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David C Garland
It is the night before Christmas and stars bestride the sky,
The air is chilled, nothing stirs, a hungry fox lopes by.
The silence is a blanket laid to comfort those who wait,
To celebrate, to sing aloud, or quietly consecrate
The body and the blood of Christ, his death a blessed deed,
To save us all he gave his life, a sacrifice indeed.
There is no proof the doubters say to verify His gift
But we with faith heed not their words, they are the ones adrift.
All doubts will be cast aside when our saviour doth appear,
His promise we remember on Christmas Day each year.
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