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C-H-R-I-S-T-M-A-S


When I was but a youngster,
Christmas meant one thing,
That I d be getting lots of toys that day.
I learned a whole lot different,
When my mother sat me down,
And taught me to spell Christmas this way:

"C" is...

The friendly beasts

Jesus our brother, kind and good
Was humbly born in a stable rude
And the friendly beasts around Him stood,
Jesus our brother, kind and good.

"I," said the donkey, shaggy and brown,
"I carried His mother up hill...

House protecting: God, bless the world and all that is therein

House protecting

God, bless the world and all that is therein.
God, bless my spouse and my children,
God, bless the eye that is in my head,
And bless, O God, the handling of my hand;
What time I rise in the morning early,
What time I...

God from on High hath heard

God from on high hath heard;
Let sighs and sorrows cease;
Lo! from the opening Heav n descends
To man the promised Peace.

Hark! through the silent night
Angelic voices swell;
Their joyful songs proclaim...

God could not be everywhere, and therefore he created mothers.

A weaning baby that does not cry aloud, will die on its mothers back.