I Lift a Cup

Tis the season for goodwill toward men;
Hark ye now, to that I say amen
And lift a loving cup of heartfelt praise,
Now to you all, this offering I raise.
Know your kindness measures unsurpassed,
Ye know not how this month I’ve come to pass;
On lifted wings, my heart has grown to soar.
Understand, it’s you these words are for.

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