Crib
On the first day of Christmas
'twas a silent night 'neath yonder star
(while shepherds watched their flocks)
when three Wise Men traversed afar
to view a new-born child
as in a fairy tale storybook fable
(away in a manger)
ensconced in a stable
all the while bearing gifts
yet although a total stranger
they did leave him their presents
under the tree where they belong
(there in Bethlehem)
but before departing they sang this song...
'Happy birthday to you
happy birthday to you
happy birthday dear Jesus
happy birthday to you'
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