Christmas Turned Holiday
Christmas,Holiday, George Maris
The angels were singing, hallelujah.
The people were crying, don't let them fool ya.
The manger was turned,
The barn was burned.
Three kings left a stray, when Christmas was called a holiday.
Store keepers frown, there is no crown and songs they did not play. Caesar was content with the people's money they spent.
When Christmas turned to a Holiday.
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