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The Christmas brings memories.
And kindest thoughts untold.
Of friends we may not often see.
But hope to always hold.
So may the greeting be a relation.
In friendship’s valuable chain.
& may there be a Christmas.
When we shall meet again!


Christmas Comes


Christmas comes with children singing,
Christmas comes with sleigh bells ringing,
Christmas comes with frosty nights,
Christmas comes with snowball fights.

Christmas comes with Santa Claus,
Christmas comes with snowy floors,
Christmas comes with robins and reindeer,
Chsitmas comes with a hearty cheer.


The Angels Had Returned


The angels had returned to heaven,
The shepherds to their quiet fold,
The magi to their eastern homeland,
The manger still was hard and cold.

And yet, the Infant Son of God
Could not remain in it for long:
A cruel despot’s ruthless threat
Drove Him to foreign land and tongue.


The Beautiful Mother


The beautiful Mother is bending
Low where her baby lies
Helpless and frail, for her tending:
But she knows the glorious eyes.

The Mother smiles and rejoices
While the Baby laughs in the hay,
She listens to heavenly voices:
This Child shall be King some day.


For You


My Christmas Rosary I say
For you upon this blessed day;

Each prayer a precious Christmas Rose
To please the Baby Child, who knows

How many joys I wish for you;
May every one of them come true!


A Christmas Carol


The Christ-child lay on Mary’s lap,
His hair was like a light.
O weary, weary were the world,
But here is all aright.

The Christ-child lay on Mary’s breast
His hair was like a star.
O stern and cunning are the kings,
But here the true hearts are.




Many a year is hurried past
Since first your eyes on me were cast
Ah! Happy day! You held me fast.
My Mary!

A young maid’s mind began to grow
And learn’t of you–God’s Hand-maid low
And learn’t to love, to love you so.
My Mary!

And then one blessed Christmas night
You left your home in heaven’s height
You stood before me glowing white.
My Mary!

Just for a while you lingered there
And then you left your Child so fair
The first time in my heart to care.
My Mary!




There was seen a radiance
Glowing one night
Near the little maiden Mary
In blue and white.

“Lilies are not fairer,
“Roses more red,
Than the Child she sings to slumber,”
An angel said.

So the shepherds ventured
Through the white cold,
And their eyes beheld the Infant,
An hour old.

Long they gazed and wondered,
Awkward in awe,
At the paramount perfection
Within their straw.

A spirit of Christmas by Thomas Sims

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