When Christmas comes
and the cold wind circles past you like a hawk.
Think on the warmth of friends.
And the love and good tidings of others.
Think of the year gone not as time lost
but as life that has been lived
and more to be lived next year.
We are just sojourners here
and so in the cold of Christmas night
pick and follow the star of your choice,
a new adventure awaits you.
And may all your wishes come true.
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