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christmas is coming.
Christmas is coming! the young folks say,
Their bright eyes gaily glancing,
And we'll while the long dark hours away
With music, songs, and dancing;
And there'll be stolen kisses, I trow,
Under the gleaming misletoe.
Their bright eyes gaily glancing,
And we'll while the long dark hours away
With music, songs, and dancing;
And there'll be stolen kisses, I trow,
Under the gleaming misletoe.
Christmas is coming! we mothers say,
As we look round on the glowing
Faces of children. Ah! well-a-day,
We must be older growing,
For another year of life has gone,
And the wheels of Time still rumble on.
As we look round on the glowing
Faces of children. Ah! well-a-day,
We must be older growing,
For another year of life has gone,
And the wheels of Time still rumble on.
Christmas is coming! the Queen Bee cries,
In the hive there is much humming,
For hundreds of Bees with anxious eyes,
Await the supplement coming;
And hundreds more eager to see
That wondrous sight—the Christmas Tree.
In the hive there is much humming,
For hundreds of Bees with anxious eyes,
Await the supplement coming;
And hundreds more eager to see
That wondrous sight—the Christmas Tree.
Christmas is coming! Old Winter says,
His watery eyes a-drying;
So here's to its happy, merry days,
May they know no care or sighing;
But Yuletide peace fill cot and hall,
When Christmas comes; and may God bless all.
His watery eyes a-drying;
So here's to its happy, merry days,
May they know no care or sighing;
But Yuletide peace fill cot and hall,
When Christmas comes; and may God bless all.
