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CHRISTMAS
The child who Santa brings Such lots of lovely toys,
There is a King of kings: His birth gave you these joys.

The child who somehow knows That Santa will forget
Him, Christmas surely shows—How poor that Babe;—and yet

Ah! little children, see! What Christmas means to you.
Which one of you can be So good, so pure, so true?

Try on this Christmas day, For then His life began;
To do, and be and say, As like Him as you can.

So Merry Christmas now, And many more the same,
And may our Christ allow You happiness and gain.

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