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It's Christmas Eve and all is still,
The snow is softly falling down.
The fire is burning bright and warm,
In the fireplace on the ground.
The tree is dressed in lights and tinsel,
Ornaments of red and gold.
The stockings hanging with care and love,
For the stories that would be told.
The children's eyes are bright with wonder,
As they wait for dawn.
For the magic of Christmas morning,
And the gifts that would be drawn.
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But for some, this time of year,
Brings a pain that cuts like a knife.
Memories once love and joy,
Now just a shadow of life.
But Christmas is a time of hope,
A time for love to shine.
So hold your loved ones close tonight,
And let your heart entwine.
For in this darkest time of year,
A light shines bright and true.
The love of family and friends,
A gift the whole year through.
Merry Christmas