Cheer we must,
With anticipated praise.
No muted yules should cloud our days,
With a stunting of celebrations...
That may come to threaten and erase,
Those traditions for generations traced.
Nothing should come,
To silence our voices singing songs sung.
Lift every voice and from us sing...
The joyousness of holidays.
And what in our hearts,
Christmas to us means.
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