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A Child is born
It was early one morn;
A little child was born;
No room in the inn that day;
So in a manger he did lay.
As he became a man;
He traveled across the land;
He healed the sick and fed the poor;
His work spread from shore to shore;
As he spread his precious love;
He told them of his Father above;
A beautiful place peaceful and clean;
Where only good things can be seen.
That is the real reason ;
We have a Christmas season;
Now you hear people call;
Merry Christmas one and all.
Written by Patricia Carrick.

On a cold winters night there stood a lone figure huddled against the blowing wind. The weight of the world resting upon her shoulders, or so it felt. A stranger approached and offered her his hand. He smiled, but said nothing to her. There was something about him, like an aura, a light, a warmth, or was it love? Somehow she found the energy to take his hand and step forward. After what seemed like a few steps she was at her home. She turned to say thank you for his help, but in that second he had completely disappeared from her sight. As she moved to go inside her home, on opening the door she felt that same feeling as if he had already been there before her. But how could he have been there? xx

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