|Though this may be our Christmas
It is a time of cheer.
We dance within a theater vast,
live from year to year.
All that we have shared remains
when we're gone,
Just as a house, though long since dust,
Remains, through love, a home.
And so we lift this glass of joy
on Christmas Eve,
For time ought not such times destroy,
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