Long lay the world in sin and error pining, 'til he appeared and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope! This weary world rejoices, for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn. Fall on your knees and hear the angels' voices. Oh, night divine, when Christ was born.
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This may very well be the most important week of my life: for my career, for my education, and for my family; which is all well and good, but the fact of the matter is I still don't have a Christmas tree.
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