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It's Christmastime, there's no need to be afraid

At Christmastime, we let in light and we banish shade

 

And in our world of plenty we can spread a smile of joy

Throw your arms around the world at Christmastime

 

But say a prayer, Pray for the other ones

At Christmastime it's hard, but when you're having fun

 

*grabs, Ley, Cs, Tina and Cindy and dances around a fire built in the snow that suddenly appeared in the thread, with snow falling down*

the browniator

 

*shuffles along to buffalo and rerails two threads at once*

 

*sings*

 

Good King Wenceslas looked out

On the feast of Stephen,

When the snow lay round about,

Deep and crisp and even.

Brightly shown the moon that night,

Though the frost was cruel,

When a poor man came in sight,

Gathering winter fuel.

 

Hither, page, and stand by me.

If thou know it telling:

Yonder peasant, who is he?

Where and what his dwelling?

Sire, he lives a good league hence,

Underneath the mountain,

Right against the forest fence

By Saint Agnes fountain.

 

Bring me flesh, and bring me wine.

Bring me pine logs hither.

Thou and I will see him dine

When we bear the thither.

Page and monarch, forth they went,

Forth they went together

Through the rude wind's wild lament

And the bitter weather.

 

Sire, the night is darker now,

And the wind blows stronger.

Fails my heart, I know not how.

I can go no longer.

Ark my footsteps my good page,

Tread thou in them boldly:

Thou shalt find the winter's rage

Freeze thy blood less coldly.

 

In his master's step he trod,

Where the snow lay dented.

Heat was in the very sod

Which the saint had printed.

Therefore, Christian men, be sure,

Wealth or rank possessing,

Ye who now will bless the poor

Shall yourselves find blessing.

 

Brownies of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Taint

 

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