“I hate being out on the roads like this.” Jo’s fiance, Mary, grunted a halfhearted reply. He struggled to keep his focus and attention on the slick road as the heavy snowfall made visibility steadily worse and the streets more and more dangerous. She, in turn, seemed to ignore the roads as she drifted ever…
All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth
My two front teeth, See my two front teeth
Gee, if I could only have my two front teeth
Then I could wish you, “Merry Christmas”
I’m gonna lasso Santa Claus
And I know just why because
I’m gonna pull, pull, pull, on his beard
Pull, pull, to see if it’s real
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by the choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos
In the name of heaven
I ask you for shelter,
for my beloved wife
can go no farther.
This is not an inn
Get on with you,
I can not open the door,
you might be a rogue.
Do not be inhuman,
Show some charity,
God in heaven
will reward you.
Oh the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we’ve no place to go
Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!
Let all mortal flesh keep silence,
And with fear and trembling stand;
Ponder nothing earthly-minded,
For with blessing in His hand,
Christ our God to earth descendeth,
Our full homage to demand.
O Holy Night!
The stars are brightly shining
It is the night of the dear Savior’s birth!
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till he appear’d and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary soul rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn!
Oh, little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie.
Until the soldiers come with swords to make your mothers cry.
Blood in thy dark streets floweth on this horrible night.
The hopes and dreams of all it seems were crushed in thee tonight.
Go tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go tell it on the mountain
Our Jesus Christ is born
THE RIVER WALK 