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I admire the gleaming tree,
With its white gleaming lights,
And its satin ribbon,
Enveloping its evergreen hips.
I admire the cold nights,
With hot cocoa and warm fireplaces,
And the wide, white sky,
Whose tears are frozen and pallid upon the ground
I admire your silent bells,
And your lengthy beard,
Filled with Christmas secrets,
And your aspiration to inspire the heart.
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