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I am the Christmas Spirit
I enter the home of poverty,
I cause the miser's clutched hand to
relax, I cause the aged to renew their
youth I keep romance alive in the heart of
childhood, I cause eager feet to climb dark
stairways I cause the prodigal to pause a
moment on his wild, I enter dark prison cells, I come softly into the still, white
home of pain, In a thousand ways I I am the Christmas Spirit. (unknown) |
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