Holy - Holy - Holy
After Autumn leaves have fallen
Christmas lights shine on the town
Colours range from green to golden
And songs of the Holy Birth resound.
Across the world, truth ever dawning
Our thoughts we give to the Holiest day
December, on the morning of mornings
When baby Jesus in a manger lay.
~~ Season's Greetings ~~
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