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Hark! The bells of heaven are ringing,
and the sky is filled with joy.
All the angel host is singing,
just because a baby boy

came into our home this morning,
perfect answer to a prayer;
all our little house adorning
with a bliss beyond compare.

Though we dwell in just a cottage
and our means are small indeed;
though our fare is sometime pottage,
and each penny we must heed;

from today we live in glory
blessing this eventful morn,
yes it is the old, old story,
"Unto us a child is born."

--Roy H., Adult