The Christmas Gift
Wrapped in pretty paper,
Trimmed with ribbons and bows.
The grand gift of Christmas,
A babe in swaddling clothes.
From a manger to the cross,
Humble birth, so too the end.
There was no room in the inn,
Opens the greatest tale ever penned.
Now we celebrate His birthday,
With caroling and lighted tree.
A season filled with giving,
Yet, the grandest gift is free!
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