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James Pierpont

Dashing through the snow In a one-horse open sleigh; O'er the fields we go, Laughing all the way. Bells on bobtail ring, Making spirits bright; What fun it is to ride and sing A sleighing song tonight. Oh! Jingle bells, jingle bells, Jingle all the way! Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh! Jingle bells, jingle bells, Jingle all the way! Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh!

Christmas is a season, For gifts of every kind; All the glittering, pretty things That Christmas shoppers find; Baubles, beads, and bangles Of silver and gold.

Anything and everything That can be bought or sold, Is given at this season To place beneath the tree; For Christmas is a special time For giving lavishly.

But there's one rare and priceless gift That can't be sold or bought, It's something poor or rich can give For it's a loving thought.

And loving thoughts are something For which no one can pay, And only loving hearts can give This priceless gift away. ~ Helen Steiner Rice ~

If I could have a Christmas wish come true, I would wish for wonderful things to come to you.

I wish you happiness in everything you do, And not many worries or problems will come to you.

With my warmest thoughts and memories of you, I wish that all your joys and wishes will come true.

When these special wishes are delivered to your door, I wish you hope that can brighten the cloudiest day, And strength to accept all that life sends your way. May you rise each day with sunlight in your heart, And may all your hopes and dreams never fall apart. There is no doubt they will be accompanied by many more.

Of all the Christmas wishes delivered to you yearly,

There couldn't be another that's wished more warmly or sincerely. ~ Author Unknown ~

Hugh Martin and Ralph Blane

Have yourself a merry little Christmas; Let your heart be light. From now on, Our troubles will be out of sight. Have yourself a merry little Christmas; Make the Yuletide gay. From now on, Our troubles will be miles away. Here we are as in olden days, Happy golden days of yore; Faithful friends who are dear to us, Gather near to us once more. Through the years we all will be together, If the Fates allow. Hang a shining star upon the highest bough, And have yourself a merry little Christmas now.

Having faith in Santa Claus Is not for just the young, I know I'll keep proclaiming him As long as I've a tongue. And even though I see the gent Unmasked before my eyes, Revealing some familiar friend Who's donned the quaint disguise, It doesn't change my mind a bit; I'll still believe, because There's more than whiskers and a suit To dear old Santa Claus; Bright hopes there are, And dreams come true,

Good cheer, unselfish sharing Personified by gifts of love Within the pack he's bearing. To call these angels "Santa Claus" Is surely not deceiving, So I, for one, will never scoff But go right on believing.
~ M. Kathleen Haley ~

We Wish You a Merry Christmas


We wish you a Merry Christmas, We wish you a Merry Christmas, We wish you a Merry Christmas, And a Happy New Year. Good tidings to you, And all of your kin, Good tidings for Christmas, And a Happy New Year. We all know that Santa's coming, We all know that Santa's coming, We all know that Santa's coming, And soon will be here. Good tidings to you, And all of your kin, Good tidings for Christmas, And a Happy New Year.

The Cultivation of Christmas trees Thomas Stearns Eliot (Gran Bretaa, 1888-1965)
There are several attitudes towards Christmas, Some of which we may disregard: The social, the torpid, the patently commercial, The rowdy (the pubs being open till midnight), And the childish - which is not that of the child For whom the candle is a star, and the gilded angel Spreading its wings at the summit of the tree Is not only a decoration, but an angel. The child wonders at the Christmas Tree: Let him continue in the spirit of wonder At the Feast as an event not accepted as a pretext; So that the glittering rapture, the amazement Of the first-remembered Christmas Tree, So that the surprises, delight in new possessions (Each one with its peculiar and exciting smell), The expectation of the goose or turkey And the expected awe on its appearance, So that the reverence and the gaiety May not be forgotten in later experience, In the bored habituation, the fatigue, the tedium, The awareness of death, the consciousness of failure, Or in the piety of the convert Which may be tainted with a self-conceit Displeasing to God and disrespectful to children (And here I remember also with gratitude St.Lucy, her carol, and her crown of fire): So that before the end, the eightieth Christmas (By "eightieth" meaning whichever is last) The accumulated memories of annual emotion May be concentrated into a great joy Which shall be also a great fear, as on the occasion When fear came upon every soul:

Because the beginning shall remind us of the end And the first coming of the second coming.