Fluffy. Full on flakes. The boundary on Christmas is your own making. The country braces daily with conditions. It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks. And at his feet we'll cast the golden crown. Listen to the words long written down. When the man comes around. I heard a voice. The Alpha and Omega. Let me find the way. I will continue to begin.
Beautiful, so beautiful.
Happy Holiday!
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