In search of this year's Christmas Spirit.
But alas, my temper's short, nothing goes right,
Just can't seem to find that holiday light.
Then I remember the source of all joy,
The birth in a stable of one small boy.
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| I recall last year and try to relive it, In search of this year's Christmas Spirit. But alas, my temper's short, nothing goes right, Just can't seem to find that holiday light. Then I remember the source of all joy, The birth in a stable of one small boy. |
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