The way the sun hits in the morning,
The way the stars twinkle at night,
Make you know it’s the season,
That makes your toes freezing,
And button your coat up real tight.
The way the snow sticks on your eyebrows,
And bell ringers wish you good cheer,
Make you feel like the earth,
Stops to ponder His birth,
And reminds us that Jesus came here.
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