Oh, for Christmas of long ago,

With holly, mistletoe and snow.

Let peace on earth reign once again,

When there was love, good will towards men.

Oh, for Christmas of long ago.

When man was friend, and never foe.

The Star of Bethlehem shining bright,

Leading with its heavenly light.

"Merry Christmas," revellers call.

Does it mean anything at all?

That a man died so that we might live?

Oh, hear his cry, "Forgive, forgive."

So gather ye nations from near and far,

Be led, and follow that guiding star.

Let greed, and power, and fighting cease,

And let us know a Christmas Peace. By V Entwistle

Burnmoor Road, Breightmet

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