With Christmas comes a time of glee. When goodwill reigns, felicity Will turn to blue those skies of grey, And chase each stray dismay away.
As carols sound a jubilee And children climb on grandma's knee, Without delay, we love this day. It's Christmas!
This once this year's when we decree That Force on high is our Emcee. We're each a bloom in God's bouquet, Invited guests at His buffet. "God bless us ev'ryone's" the key, With Christmas.
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