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Snow-white hills,snow-studded trees,
Blowing crisp winter breeze, Sleeping huts wake up to breathe, small bubbles of life, on way to hills. Tiny light-bulbs, light-up with dream, Christmas Stars sway in the wind, Gifts galore in X-mas tree to welcome you free. Deep starry night, look up with zeal, Pole star remains ever stand-still; Ancient priests searched that child, Born in lap of mother Mary, the kind. Sounds of laughter, echoes travel faster, Dancing kids run here and there; Crowd throng in the streets and up in the hills, Carols’s smoke spreads out thin. Bells jingle ! Bells jingle ! Santa Claus smiles, “Ho, Ho, Ho !” and tinkle! Flying over trees, distributing gifts free, Santa laughs and leaves, Merry Christmas eve!
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