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Christmas is a
season,
For gifts of every kind;
All the
glittering, pretty things
That Christmas
shoppers find;
Baubles, beads, and
bangles
Of silver and gold.
Anything and
everything
That can be bought or sold,
Is
given at this season
To place beneath the
tree;
For Christmas is a special time
For
giving lavishly.
But there's one rare and
priceless gift
That can't be sold or
bought,
It's something poor or rich can
give
For it's a loving thought.
And loving
thoughts are something
For which no one can
pay,
And only loving hearts can give
This
priceless gift away.
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