The musical setting for this would be the tune for the verse of "Bring Back My Bonnie to Me":
I'm tired of big Christmas sweaters
With angels and snowmen and such
Come back blue and brown and paisley
The snowmen can turn all to slush!
I'm sick of the slick advertisements
The "Star"'s become heavy as lead
These fliers keep trying to sell us
"Green" presents amidst five page spreads.
But, "ah" there's still beautiful music
That can make this cynic weep tears.
The strains of old Christmas carols
And new ones our children will hear.
Sweet Mary's hard labor grows closer.
The donkey nears Joseph's home town.
Where shepherds will sing with the angels.
Our hope, our salvation is found!
But, "ah" there's still beautiful music
That can make this cynic weep tears.
The strains of old Christmas carols
And new ones our children will hear.
Sweet Mary's hard labor grows closer.
The donkey nears Joseph's home town.
Where shepherds will sing with the angels.
Our hope, our salvation is found!
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