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Twas the Night Before Christmas
And all through the night A child slept In swaddling clothes wrapped tight. Shepards came to see the king After they heard the angles sing “Hosanna in the highest! A child is born! In Bethlehem on this Christmas morn!” The magi came from afar Following the brightest shining star They laid their riches before the manger, As they cried “Bless you holy stranger!” God appeared on this special night, Marked by the star oh so bright Let us praise him on Christmas morn Glory to God! A savior is born! I wish you a very, merry Christmas and the happiest of New Years.
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