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Decorations fill the shops,
Displayed, it seems, so early:
In gold and red, with silver thread,
And tinsel straight and curly;
Bells and stars and strings of lights
Of every shape and hue;
Father Christmases abound
With sleighs and reindeer, too.
We hope the holly's good this year
With berries on each bough.
Where shall we go for mistletoe?
Are Christmas trees there now?
Each festive night our homes are bright
With garlands spread about.
From rooftops and through window panes
The lights are shining out.
There were no decorations
In the stable long ago,
The only light a lantern
Which gave but a feeble glow.
And yet outside the heaven
All its myriad stars unfurled
To greet a little refugee -
The Saviour of the world.
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