Christmas should be always in one's heart,
Home for joys one never should outgrow,
Rich memories, a source of inner art,
Implanted in whatever one might know.
Sing, then, a melody of joy and love,
Twin columns holding up the holiday,
Making life, however it might prove,
A song of angels sung by mortal clay
So sweetly it seems all one needs to say.
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