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A house so quiet... so humble...
A child beside her bed.
Her hands clasped tightly,
it's time to pray.
And so... she bows her head.
Happy Birthday Jesus.
Daddy said that you were near
and that You had a birthday
this time every year.
He told me how you listen
to every word we say,
and that you hear us call
in the night or in the day.
He explained how bad they hurt you
and made You suffer so.
But said, "You let them do it for girls like me."
I know.
He told me about the manger
they put you in.
I'd let you have my blanket
if I was there back then.
He said that You are watching
everything we do,
Him, Mommy and our new baby too.
I like what daddy told me
and how you healed the lame
and that you don't have to have
any wealth or fame.
And he told me you were so awfully good.
And then he made me cry.
He said they nailed you to a cross,
They wanted you to die.
And then he made me happy,
when he said you came back again.
Daddy said, "Christmas is what we celebrate
because on that day, You were born."
So I hope I'm not too late to wish you
Happy Birthday dear Jesus.
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