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It's December 24th! beamed Sarah,

As she bounced out of bed that day,

She'd been planning something special

And couldn't wait to go out and play.

She dashed to her bedroom window

And peeked down on the pure white lawn,

On the snowflakes sifting, drifting,

Glittering in the rays of dawn.