The hamattan season billows.
Happiness on dry floors.
As winter hides its joy in snows..
Blaming the seasons flaws..
The scented pale dust fills the air..
And reeks of manger birth..
When glory came down to forbear..
The price of sin and death.
The eve of Christmas burns the sky..
With fire cracks of joy.
Dancing with friends as we defy..
Sadness in gleeful coy.
The chickens pray their lives be spared.
For just another year.
But without heed, their throats are seared,
With knives that never care.
Branding all items white and red..
We celebrate his birth.
Of words written, in black and red..
2000years on earth..
Let us then sing hymns of Christmas.
For one who paid the price..
Who laid his life, that we might win.
The war of sacrifice.
Happiness on dry floors.
As winter hides its joy in snows..
Blaming the seasons flaws..
The scented pale dust fills the air..
And reeks of manger birth..
When glory came down to forbear..
The price of sin and death.
The eve of Christmas burns the sky..
With fire cracks of joy.
Dancing with friends as we defy..
Sadness in gleeful coy.
The chickens pray their lives be spared.
For just another year.
But without heed, their throats are seared,
With knives that never care.
Branding all items white and red..
We celebrate his birth.
Of words written, in black and red..
2000years on earth..
Let us then sing hymns of Christmas.
For one who paid the price..
Who laid his life, that we might win.
The war of sacrifice.
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