Oh Holy Night

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

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.

Winter Wonderland

In the meadow, we can build a snowman
And pretend that he is Parson Brown
He’ll say, “Are you married?”, we’ll say, “No, man
But you can do the job when you’re in town”

Later on, we’ll conspire
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid
The plans that we’ve made
Walkin’ in a winter wonderland

Blue Christmas

I’ll have a blue Christmas without you
I’ll be so blue just thinking about you

And when those blue snowflakes start falling
That’s when those blue memories start calling

Do You Hear What I Hear

(This is part of a series of short stories that belong together. You might want to read Most WonderFul Time first, but it is not necessary. Many of the characters in that one and this short story will continue to pop up over the next couple of weeks.)   The Monday after Thanksgiving, this year…

Precious Lamb of God

December 4, 1861, Irian Jaya   Simu and Kere spent the night in tears. When the dawn arrives, their two-year-old boy, Dexjo, would no longer be theirs. He had been chosen to become the Peace Child. While everyone else rejoiced that the Mauri tribe had accepted the agreement, Simu and Kere just could not get into…