‘Tis Christmas, put a smile on a face
That all year long despaired
Wondering if a meal trace
Could pitch up to get his stomach repaired.
‘Tis Christmas, don't overindulge
While the poor suffer from want
And the rich in style splurge
For all their whims and wishes to grant.
‘Tis Christmas, celebrate the birth of Christ
Practicing Christian values
Returning confidence and hope where lies plight
Give the poor sources of succor clues.
‘Tis Christmas, a season to give
A season to seek salvation
A season to forgive
A season to give Christ adoration.
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