| The days were too loud and the weeks were too long
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| And the months went too slowly, and sadly, and wrong
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| But still, just as always, they brought us to here
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| Looks like we made it to Christmas
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| The joy of the season is harder to feel
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| When the world seems unsafe, and not right, and not real
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| And yet through the sadness, confusion and fear
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| Somehow we made it to Christmas
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| We’ll gather round the tree once more
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| Just like so many times before
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| And celebrate the blessed birth of Jesus
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| He came to us in perfect love
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| And now he looks down from above
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| But who knows what he’s thinking when he sees us?
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| When sickness and anger have kept us apart
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| Can gladness and laughter still fill up your heart?
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| Despite all the distance, hope’s drawing near
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| Thank God, we made it to Christmas
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| For Jesus taught us it was good
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| For men to live in brotherhood
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| And bear no bonds of bitterness between them
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| So when you sing those words again
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| «Peace on earth, goodwill to men»
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| Please, this time, when you sing them, try to mean them
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| The days were too loud and the weeks were too long
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| And the months went too slowly, and sadly, and wrong
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| We’ve been through so much since the start of the year
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| Not all of us made it to Christmas
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| But we have, somehow
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| We’re still here, right now
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| And we still can make loving each other our vow
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| And say
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| That we made it
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| For Christmas |