What is Christmas? It is tenderness for the past, courage for the present, hope for the future.
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Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmastime.
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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house.Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,In hopes that St.Nicholas soon would be there.
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