Frosted windows on cold wintry nights;
The tranquil beauty of Christmas tree lights.
Children wondering. their hearts filled with joy;
That big red present, is it for a girl or a boy?
Mother and Father, their thoughts are as one:
Of stampeding children, with morning's first sun.
The ripping of paper, little faces so gay;
Precious memories, on this. the Lord's day.
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