As the leaves go flinging
The chill winds stinging
The windows steaming
The stores are teeming
Even strangers beaming
Travellers laden; tables leaning
Cards brim with meaning
Damp eyes streaming
Hearts go winging
Bodies tingling
Children dreaming
Joy is springing
New hope bringing
As around the earth ringing
Choirs of angels start singing-
Then you know that Christmas is come.
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