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Silver morning of Christmas,
I glance at melted candles,
Motley postcards on fir branch,
And a lot of  tied candies.

Small silhouettes in shining snowdrifts, -
Little cherubs is greeting the sacred sunrise,
Twinkling snowflakes in winter valleys,
Merry wind is playing the organ of crystal.

I have a handfull of gladness,
Souls’ meadows is flooded by love,
I thirst for giving my goodness,
And lighting for sufferers hope.