Then with a flash of Scarlet Sweeping across the snows Comes Christmas, Radiant Creature! She's laughing as she goes. The shining holly fills her lap Blue pages hold her train Dear Time of lovely memories. So here you are again There stand the glittering Christmas Trees The Fires flame and glow Soft fingers tapping on the pane Are fairies, made of snow The Bells ring out, The Carols mount All the old songs are dear The First Most Sacred Festival The best of all the year.
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Date: 2010-12-07 01:01 am (UTC)Sweeping across the snows
Comes Christmas, Radiant Creature!
She's laughing as she goes. The shining holly fills her lap
Blue pages hold her train
Dear Time of lovely memories. So here you are again
There stand the glittering Christmas Trees
The Fires flame and glow
Soft fingers tapping on the pane
Are fairies, made of snow
The Bells ring out, The Carols mount
All the old songs are dear
The First Most Sacred Festival
The best of all the year.