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Tis a time of great anticipation,
Children impatiently wait for Christmas morn.
Through endless hours and sleepless nights,
They vigilantly watch for that special light.
Empty stockings dangle, soon to be filled
By Santa or parents, who really knows?
Tree ornaments glisten on every branch,
While bright colored packages the children entrance.
Twas a time of deep anticipation,
When all creation paused in silence.
The angels watched with bated breath,
Waiting for the end of Death.
An empty manger, soon to be filled
By the Lord's only Son -- twas as He willed.
The angels knew not of the tree nor the tomb
But waited to sing of the Gift of the womb.
For in one grand and masterful stroke
The chains of sin completely broke.
The Father's plan, the only one,
Fulfilled by sending His own Son.
The greatest Love He could provide,
To clear our path to His side.
Cleaving Death with His holy knife
To give to us the Gift of Life.
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