Christmas Tears
Christmas is a time of tears, A joyful melancholy, A dazzling of midnight dawn A glint of darkest glory. The ribbons are of crimson hue, And tinsel, silver-strung Wrapped round the stumbling Christ, With poinsettias…
Christmas is a time of tears, A joyful melancholy, A dazzling of midnight dawn A glint of darkest glory. The ribbons are of crimson hue, And tinsel, silver-strung Wrapped round the stumbling Christ, With poinsettias…
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