It was the calm and silent night!
Seven hundred years and fifty-three
Had Rome been growing up to might
And now was queen of land and sea.
No sound was heard of clashing wars,
Peace brooded o'er the hushed domain;
Apollo, Pallas, Jove and Mars,
Held undisturbed their ancient reign,
In the solemn midnight,
Centuries ago.
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I have always thought of Christmas as a good time; a kind, forgiving, generous, pleasant time; a time when men read more
I have always thought of Christmas as a good time; a kind, forgiving, generous, pleasant time; a time when men and women seem to open their hearts freely, and so I say, God bless Christmas!
And the Baron's retainers were blithe and gay,
And keeping their Christmas holiday.
And the Baron's retainers were blithe and gay,
And keeping their Christmas holiday.
There's more, much more, to Christmas Than candlelight and cheer; It's the spirit of sweet friendship That brightens all year. read more
There's more, much more, to Christmas Than candlelight and cheer; It's the spirit of sweet friendship That brightens all year. It's thoughtfulness and kindness, It's hope reborn again, For peace, for understanding, And for goodwill to men!
A merry Christmas to everybody! A happy New Year to all the world!
A merry Christmas to everybody! A happy New Year to all the world!
'Twas the night before Christman, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,--not even a mouse:
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'Twas the night before Christman, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,--not even a mouse:
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
Did you ever notice that life seems to follow certain patterns? Like I noticed that every year around this time, read more
Did you ever notice that life seems to follow certain patterns? Like I noticed that every year around this time, I hear Christmas music.
As many mince pies as you taste at Christmas' so many happy
months will you have.
As many mince pies as you taste at Christmas' so many happy
months will you have.
Hail to the King of Bethlehem,
Who weareth in his diadem
The yellow crocus for the gem
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Hail to the King of Bethlehem,
Who weareth in his diadem
The yellow crocus for the gem
Of his authority!
I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all. And that, of course, is the read more
I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all. And that, of course, is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the world seemingly most indifferent. For this is still the time God chooses.
