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May the twenty-fifth of December
Exudes God’s compassion
Rings the bell of joy
Rocks the oceans of rage to
Yesteryear, with its wings spread and ready to fly.
Cherish the birthday of Lord
Hearts wide open to receive His blessings
Rise, the question from Santa with his gifts:
Is the family good? Do you behave well?
Spare the lives of the sentient, from this jolly day,
To recreate the Garden of Eden
Masked and buried under the worldly filth;
And may the Angels be around us,
Spring is near, May peace blossom and may fiends be buried under thick snow.