Oh, what a magnificent time of year!
The snow twinkles in the colored lights’ glow
It seems everyone is warm, and without fear
As they sit ’round the fire to watch the snow
But only a lucky few have this life
Some of us must live in the cold alone
Where illness, sorrow and curses are rife
And others remain to the world unknown
To them, wintertime may mean life or death
With most of the world not sparing a thought
At least say a prayer under your breath
Do not let your neighbors remain distraught
Do all that you can for those who need you
Show them there is hope that they should pursue
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