Valsa George Christmas Poems

December is here with Christmas beckoning at the door
He saw every house bright with many a lamp
And the whole streets illumined with colorful lights and stars
But his tiny hut looked dismal n’ dark like a prison camp
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The poor boy knew Christmas beckoning at the door
He saw every house bright with many a lamp
And streets illumined with colorful lights and stars
But his tiny hut looked dismal n' dark like a prison camp
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'Ding dong bell
Let the merry bells ring'!

The blessed time of the year has come
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