Day Twenty-FiveCan you think and remember, On that cold night in December, Where a lone child did cry out, That is what day twenty-five is all about,Day Twenty-Five
So we take that for granted, Because of gifts so enchanted, But maybe you will think long and hard, And look past gifts and crystal shard,
To the real meaning of that day, How later he would so pay, For it is not for the rest, But the pure and very best,
So please, please remember, That cold night in December, Where Christ was born and cried out, For that is what day twenty-five is about.
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Freddy Krueger? OOOHHHHH yeah.... he sleeps under my bed.
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"Cry me a river, build me a bridge, and just get OVER it already!"
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"Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while a great wind carries me across the sky."
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"Cry me a river, build me a brigde, and just get OVER it already!"
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