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Lycra Snowboys are on the air!
Now listen everybody from near and far, if you wonder who we are, we're Lycra Snowboys from Burrowsville!
Yes, today is Christmas Eve, a day when the whole world should be rejoicing in anticipation of the birthday tomorrow of the Christ Child.
Yes, it's Christmas, neighbor, and the Doughboys have arranged a program of Christmas music we think you're going to enjoy.
There'll be an occasional thought by your old friends Jack Perry and Texel Ted Gouldie.
Our sponsor, the Burruss Mills, millers of Lycrus, the finest of fine-flowered jauners in wishing you a fine, old-fashioned Christmas.
And now the Doughboys opening with a spirited song of Christmastime, easily remembered and much-ly sung, Jingle Bells.
Alright boys.
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way, Oh what fun it is to ride one horse open sleigh.
Well, that's the way to do it, gentlemen.
Yes, we wish you the joy of Christmas, the spirit sweet repose. We wish you the peace of Christmas to mark the old year's close.
We wish you the hope of Christmas to cheer you on your way and a heart of faith and gladness to face each coming day.
You know, many of us, I'm sure, will have a good and bountiful Christmas this year, and many more will not.
There will be hearts that are sad because of the loss of loved ones.
There will be little children who will be bypassed because Santa, well, Santa just couldn't get to where they live.
In the hope that we will awaken your interest in those who will share in the happiness of Christmas only if we remember,
I should like to read a poem I've read over the radio for many, many Christmastimes.
It is one of my favorites and well, perhaps you too will like it.
Christmas is a cruel day for mothers who are poor.
The anxious looks of children are daggers to endure.
The shops are full of playthings, enough for everyone, but if a mother's purse is empty, there might as well be none.
My purse is full of money, enough for any toy, but all I can buy is some holly for the grave of my little boy.
Yes, there it is, and if it doesn't make you think, then perhaps old Jack Perry is at fault.
I hope it does, and I hope every one of you go out today and buy a toy for some lonesome little fellow
who may be forgotten this Christmas, this birthday of the Christ child.
O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie, Above thy deep and dreamlessly the silent stars go by.
Yet in thy dark streets shines the everlasting light, The hopes and tears of all the years are met in thee tonight.
Yes, it's Christmas Eve all over the land on this Christmas Eve.
The little baby that was human and divine will be born again on this earth in lowly surroundings, and a star will shine over him.
It has been so ever since the babe of Bethlehem was laid in the manger, and it will be so as long as the human race survives.
In the old, old story there is a divine inspiration as the cause, a human father, a virgin mother,
and a child born in a stable because there was no room for him in the inn.
Every humble human heart may be the birthplace of a Christ child if it is not too crowded like the inn at Bethlehem.
If the heart is open no matter if toil and care are stable there, and the cradle is lined with only the straw of the field,
the ideal of brotherhood nurtured by unselfishness and love will be born,
and the star of promise will light the path of a new hope in a world that longs for peace among men, all men of the earth.
Cast out our sins and enter in, be born in us today.
We give the Christmas angel the great glad tidings tell.
O come to us abide with us our Lord Emmanuel.
Thank you boys, that was mighty, mighty pretty.
And now the Doe Boys are going along with a traditional song of Christmas.
I'm sure you are going to hear it many, many times during the holidays and have heard it.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas.
Just like the ones I used to know, where the treetops listen and children listen to yearning.
To hear sleigh bells in the snow.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas.
In every Christmas heart I rise.
May your days be merry and bright.
And may all your Christmas days be wild.
May your days be merry and bright.
And may all your Christmas days be wild.