Friday, December 26, 2025

So soon around come cakes and ale
And time is for a story 
Then silent all who gather round
Hear tell of Jesus' glory. 
 
Then dance my dream to the magic of the bow
From dusk 'til early dawning
To find the earth serene and still 
This clear St. Stephen's morning.

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