Snowflakes tickle the tops of the trees, / Snow-kissed, sun missed, blanketed in the frigid snow.
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The Story of Christ
Upon a hill, a stable stood,
Filled with animals, hay, a manger, and wood.
Snowflakes tickle the tops of the trees, / Snow-kissed, sun missed, blanketed in the frigid snow.
Upon a hill, a stable stood,
Filled with animals, hay, a manger, and wood.