Waking Up To Christmas Carols
Waking up to Christmas Carols,
The strings, pianos and trumpets play,
"Mary's born child", "It's Christmas time",
But where be the festive times?
In a world full of trouble, endless wars,
With the unknown forces of hell,
May this season, though not be the best,
Be the most blessed Christmas ever.
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