Christmas
Christmas brings all kinds of things
Happiness for starters and Christmas bells
Ringing loud make us want to sing
It also brings great smells
Smells of pumpkin, cinnamon and spice;
Turkey, rolls, corn pudding, dressing done so well
Most of all this birthday of a child; Jesus Christ
And what it means to believe in him; we’ll tell
Stories of his life.
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