| It was the night before Christmas and all through the world
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| Everything looked like business as usual
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| Shepherds sat on a hillside looking up at the stars
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| While the world fell asleep unaware just how deep
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| Was the darkness the night before Christmas
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| And the night before Christmas it seemed to be just a night
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| But the wind blew like something was coming
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| And like children with secrets that they’re bursting to tell
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| The cedars danced in the breeze while all of nature it seemed
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| Held its breath on the night before Christmas
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| And hope, hope long awaited
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| The hope of the ages
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| Would break with the dawn
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| And the song that all of creation was anticipating
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| Would start with a baby’s first cry
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| And on the night before Christmas Mary laid down to rest
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| While Joseph, he paced the floor praying
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| And in an everyday stable, in an everyday town
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| In the hours to come God would wrap Himself up
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| And come down from heaven and the world would forever be changed
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| After the night before Christmas |