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Christmas Peace
Can you feel the Winter chill
Playing in the snow is such a thrill
Christmas is a time of giving
Jesus taught us the importance of forgiving
Remember those who have gone
How brightly they shone
There spirits fly high
Like the stars in the sky
They still shine brightly
Pray for them nightly
One day we will be reunited
Love will be requited
Christmas brings us altogether
Love will bind us forever
It is good to share
And show that you care
Think of others on Christmas day
While you watch your children play
There are those who endure hard times
So when you hear the Winter chimes
Let it remind you to help others
We are all sisters and brothers
Join the struggle to fight hunger and pain
Your efforts will not be in vain
Let the cries of children cease
Let this Christmas be a time of peace
Can you feel the Winter chill
Playing in the snow is such a thrill
Christmas is a time of giving
Jesus taught us the importance of forgiving
Remember those who have gone
How brightly they shone
There spirits fly high
Like the stars in the sky
They still shine brightly
Pray for them nightly
One day we will be reunited
Love will be requited
Christmas brings us altogether
Love will bind us forever
It is good to share
And show that you care
Think of others on Christmas day
While you watch your children play
There are those who endure hard times
So when you hear the Winter chimes
Let it remind you to help others
We are all sisters and brothers
Join the struggle to fight hunger and pain
Your efforts will not be in vain
Let the cries of children cease
Let this Christmas be a time of peace
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