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Christmas From Afar Up early one morn Sun's light not yet warm The sky still a haze One's mind still a daze The day not yet risen Morning waters like a prism As the sun climbs the sky Though 'tis not yet up high Now creatures dost stir The day starts to whirr Late wakers now wake Seeking coffee and sake From the kitchen comes clatter Much noise, but no matter For the cooks now do fry Eggs with toast on the side Now we've finished our meal No more hunger we feel But the day's just begun Says the slow rising sun But first we must pack The gifts in the back Of our well-traveled cart And then we shall start Onward we travel Over pavement and gravel To places well known Old places of home We'll stop at mid-day But not long we'll stay At the restraunt to eat Food made with fresh meat Again we set forth Now heading straight north Much road left to travel Before gifts unravel Now finally we're there With time left to spare There's much left to do The time's not yet true For now we all gather Despite the cold weather Great flashes fling forth And our pupils do morph After many pictures made Ours minds now have strayed To the meal being presented Food stacked high unrelented The youngest now fret So long have they sat Eyeing boxes wrapped bright With bows tied quite tight Now the silence is shattered As the paper is scattered Boxes clawed open fast Ribbons sidelong fast cast As the evening draws late Neat piles now irate Now the tree floor grows bare Packages released from its care While before they were wired Now the people grow tired So they float off to bed No more words need be said
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