And girls in slacks remember Dad,
And oafish louts remember Mum,
And sleepless children's hearts are glad,
And Christmas morning bells say "Come!"
Even to shining ones who dwell
Safe in the Dorchester Hotel.
And is it true? And is it true,
The most tremendous tale of all,
Seen in a stained-glass window's hue,
A Baby in an ox's stall?
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