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Autumn leaves gathered together in the shape of a cross.


Joy came down at X-mas
He was the longed-for X
And since that day all X-ians
At his name genuflect.
The shepherds knew he was the X
The angels told them so
They said he was the X-child
Foretold from long ago.

Now when a child is X-ened
Throughout all X-endom
His parents choose an X-ian name
By which he will be known.
The X-ian church has spread worldwide
But X-ianity
In Britain is not practised
As once it used to be.

Small wonder, when, at X-mas,
In case some take offence,
His name must not be mentioned.
It doesn’t make much sense
When even Father X-mas
Was once an X-ian priest
And X-mas is the perfect time
To celebrate and feast.

How dull would be December
Without an X-mas Day
No X-mas cards, no presents,
No X-mas holiday.
The stockings would be empty,
The cake remain uniced.
For X sake get the name right;
His name is JESUS CHRIST!

Eleanor Dent

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