We are here for a purpose, it's Christmas again;
Just counting out blessings, Mother & me.
And join with our children, as we began;
With the one little boy & the one little tree.

It's always the same around our Christmas Tree;
With the children & things & the Spirit of Love.
And the giving spirit as it should be;
Holding sacred the Gift from above.

By A.Z. Matthews, December 24, 1957

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