In a little town called bethlehem
The shepards laid down with the lambs
All was quiet till a star shined bright
A beautiful cry pierced through the night
The angels smiled above the sight
Mary was holding him with all her might
His crys quieted to wimpers as she put him down to lay
He closed his eyes asleep on the hay
What shall we name him they heard the man say
Mary smiles in a mischievious way
His name sdhall be jesus she did say
His name shall be jesus
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