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As I sat on a sunny bank
On Christmas day in the morning
I spied three ships read more
As I sat on a sunny bank
On Christmas day in the morning
I spied three ships come sailing in.
Christmas is not a date. It is a state of mind.
Christmas is not a date. It is a state of mind.
This is the month, and this the happy morn,
Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King,
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This is the month, and this the happy morn,
Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King,
Of wedded maid and virgin mother born,
Our great redemption from above did bring,
For so the holy sages once did sing,
That He our deadly forfeit should release,
And with His Father work us a perpetual peace.
My Christmas present to myself each year is to see how much air travel can open up the world and read more
My Christmas present to myself each year is to see how much air travel can open up the world and take me to places as far from sheltered California and Japan as possible.
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall,
The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall,
The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.
No trumpet-blast profound
The hour in which the Prince of Peace was born;
No bloody streamlet stained
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No trumpet-blast profound
The hour in which the Prince of Peace was born;
No bloody streamlet stained
Earth's silver rivers on the sacred morn.
What babe new born is this that in a manger cries?
Near on her lowly bed his happy mother read more
What babe new born is this that in a manger cries?
Near on her lowly bed his happy mother lies.
Oh, see the air is shaken with white and heavenly wings--
This is the Lord of all the earth, this is the King of Kings.
At Christmas play, and make good cheer,
For Christmas comes but once a year.
At Christmas play, and make good cheer,
For Christmas comes but once a year.
How bless'd, how envied, were our life,
Could we but scape the poulterer's knife!
But man, curs'd read more
How bless'd, how envied, were our life,
Could we but scape the poulterer's knife!
But man, curs'd man, on Turkeys preys,
And Christmas shortens all our days:
Sometimes with oysters we combine,
Sometimes assist the savory chine;
From the low peasant to the lord,
The Turkey smokes on every board.
