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Stars lit up the sky in Bethlehem that night,
the moon overhead shining just as bright. Born was a miracle, an infant most precious. He arrived on a day known as Christmas. The son of God was named Jesus, a most prized gift bestowed upon us. Drums rolled and the crowd did cheer, for our Almighty Father’s son was now here. Mother Mary nodded as the Angels began to sing, graciously accepting the presents the Wise Men did bring. “Hail to the King”, the crowd sent out its cry, as the most brilliant night star lit up the sky.
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