Shadow, shadow of the night
Into skies star's twinkling bright,
Woes of the year ceased to be
While my friends I must see;
Unto the day the merry bell
Ringing joyfully doth foretell
That we are ours own.

Clear and fine as we
Shinning about Christmas tree
See the day coming again-
Bounty fairs combine;
Heigh Ho- Heigh Ho
Christ is coming, Lo!
The city is reknown.

Reclining full of will
Upon the day, we fill
With our unshunned play
How far can we the day;
Light on spray must talk
About the ancient walk
Of kings, precious, brown.


12/25/2016
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