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It’s that time of the year again

The trees begin to chime

Stockings are in every rhyme

Turkeys ruin all those hours at gyms

Kids enjoy their door visits singing beautiful hymns.

Snow falling and hearts frozen

Sudden love for God now arisen

Celebrating the day when the Lord arrived as a child

Yet never giving freedom to their suppressed inner child

Let’s make merry this Christmas day

Retreat from all our inhibitions Β and just shout hurray.

– Β Aks