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Spirit of Christmas
O hear, the call of winter,
The ‘Hark the angels sing’,
The glory of the angel,
Atop our Christmas tree.
We light the Christmas lantern,
Pin neatly on the door,
Hang the stockings on the fire,
And let the embers burn.
My husband lie sleeping,
Alone in our warm bed,
I awake the spirit of Christmas,
As if I was child again.
His lazy eye opens,
And he smiles with delight,
Me in white night-gown,
Dancing by firelight.
Yet he does not move,
He turns over and yawns,
I sit by open fire,
And wait ‘till morning dawns.
