Christmas comes just once a year
Raise your weary voice in cheer
Merry hearts find ways to sing
Glory, Hark, and Joy, Our King
Clear and sure the church bells ring
Through the streets, they're beckoning
Brash and bright and insincere
Christmas comes but once a year
Wait for the day
And when it came
Nothing changed
This holiday
We'll file away
A year in vain
And wait for next year
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