Whitby Free Press, 27 Nov 1991, p. 61

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BEECOMES SANTA CLAUiS Heére cornes Santa Clauis Here cornes Santa ClaUiS' Right down Santa Claus Lane. Vixen and Blitzen and alis ener Are pulling on the rein. irene, Bouls are ringing, Children singinl, Ail is merry andbright. Hang your stockings and saY Your prayers, 'Cause Santa Clauis cornes tonigbt. WHRAT CHILD IS T[IIS What Cbild is this, who laid to rest, On Mary's lap is sleeping? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet, While shepherds watch are keeping? This this is Christ the King; Wborn shepherds guard and angels sing; Haste, haste t> bring Hirn laud, The Babe, the Son of Mary! So bring hirn incense, gold and niyrrh, Corne aat, ing k>, own him; The ing 0f Kings, salvation bringe, Liet Ioving hearts entbrone hirn. Raise, Raise, the song on high, The vrgn sings ber lulaby; JOY, Jo*y,*for Christ is born, The bab., the. son of Mary! Wýhy lies Me is such rnean estate, Wbere ox and ass are feeding? Good Cbristian, fear; for sinners here Their sulent Word is pleading. Nails, spears shallpierce Him through, The Cross Me bore for me, for you; Mail, bai, tbe Word made flesh, The Babe, tbe Son of Mary! SILENT NIGIIT Sulent night! Holy night! Ail is calrn, all is bright; Round yon Virgin Mtber and Child, Moly Infant so tender and mild, Sleep in beavenly peace, Sleep in heavenly peace. Silent night! Hély night! Sbepheris quak. at the sight; Glories stream from beaven afar, Meavenly hsts sing Malelujah. Christ, the Saviotir is born! A Christ, the Saviotir is born! Silent night! Moly nigbt! Son Of God, Iove's pure light Radiance beams &oni Thy holy face, With the dawn of redeerning grace, Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth, Jesu, Lrdat Thy birth. dun"ng bea tiful the' holiday season &for the com " * ing year. DR. G ORGE M. wEBsrER & STAFF DR- GEORGE M. WEBSTER DENTALSURGEON

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