Friday, 26 December 2014

Every Year on Christmas Day

Every year on Christmas Day 
we stop the things we do
all our cares we put away 
And to our hearts are true

From where do all the legends come 
The stories that we tell
Tales that make our pulses run
Of heroes strange and fell

Imagination can't explain 
The meaning of these things
Or take away the nagging pain
That life most surely brings

All we can do is put aside
Our fears for just  today
And revel in the love and pride
Of those whose with whom we play 

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