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Christmas by Charles Dickens
I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable time.
Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days; that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth; that can transport the sailor and the traveller, thousands of miles away, back to his own fire-side and his quiet home!
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