FAVOURITE CHRISTMAS CAROL # 24 - WE THREE KINGS OF ORIENT ARE

We Three Kings of Orient Are Written by John Henry Hopkins, Jr

 

We three kings of Orient are

Bearing gifts we traverse afar

Field and fountain, moor and mountain

Following yonder star

 

O Star of wonder, star of night

Star with royal beauty bright

Westward leading, still proceeding

Guide us to thy Perfect Light

 

Born a King on Bethlehem's plain

Gold I bring to crown Him again

King forever, ceasing never

Over us all to reign

 

O Star of wonder, star of night

Star with royal beauty bright

Westward leading, still proceeding

Guide us to Thy perfect light

 

Frankincense to offer have I

Incense owns a Deity nigh

Prayer and praising, all men raising

Worship Him, God most high

 

O Star of wonder, star of night

Star with royal beauty bright

Westward leading, still proceeding

Guide us to Thy perfect light

 

Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume

Breathes of life of gathering gloom

Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying

Sealed in the stone-cold tomb

 

O Star of wonder, star of night

Star with royal beauty bright

Westward leading, still proceeding

Guide us to Thy perfect light

 

Glorious now behold Him arise

King and God and Sacrifice

Alleluia, Alleluia

Earth to heav'n replies

 

O Star of wonder, star of night

Star with royal beauty bright

Westward leading, still proceeding

Guide us to Thy perfect light

CHRISTMAS HERALD

 

The Christmas lights are up

The shops play Christmas tunes

The Santa’s are out in force

In their red and white platoons

Christmas goodies are on display

The best selections ever seen

Which sends the message out

That it’s nearly Halloween

THE GIFT GIVER

 

The Christmas trees are trimmed

And all the halls are decked

Santa has made his list

And all the names are checked

The reindeer have been harnessed

The sleigh is loaded high

Santa climbs into his seat

And they’re off into the sky

Santa goes from roof to roof

From city to city and town to town

He finds the chimney pot

Then takes the presents down

And the gift giver goes about his work

So that every girl and boy

Can awake on Christmas morning

And unwrap that wanted toy

THE BEST CHRISTMAS MOVIES EVER – MISS NOËL (2017)

A lovely lady, Holly Khun (Brooke D'Orsay), who is nicknamed “Miss Christmas,” is the official tree finder for Chicago's renowned Radcliffe Tree lighting.

But after that year’s tree is accidentally damaged during the preparation for transport she is left desperate to find the perfect tree to replace it at the last minute.

Holly is on the brink of giving up she reads a letter from a young boy Joey McNary (Luke Roessler) promising that his tree is perfect and encloses a photograph to prove it, which is enough to send her to the small town of Claus.

She manages to track down where Joey lives and meets the rest of the family but she discovers that Joey’s father, Sam (Marc Blucas) is unwilling to part with his tree.

Holly is under tremendous pressure from her boss, who tells her not to bother going back without the tree, but while she tries to get everyone on board she finds herself becoming more interested in Sam than the tree. 

FAVOURITE CHRISTMAS CAROL # 23 - THE FIRST NOEL

The first Noel

 

The first Noel the angel did say
Was to certain poor shepards in fields as they lay:
In fields where they lay a keeping their sheep
On a cold winter's night that was so deep.
Noel Noel Noel Noel
Born is the King of Israel.

They looked up and saw a star
Shining in the east beyond them far:
And to the earth it gave great light
And so it continued both day and night.
Noel Noel Noel Noel
Born is the King of Israel.

And by the light of that same star
Three wise men came from the country far;
To seek for a King was their intent,
And to follow the star wherever it went.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

This star drew nigh to the north-west;
O'er Bethlehem it took it's rest,
And there it did both stop and stay,
Right over the place where Jesus lay.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

Then entered in those wise men three,
Fell reverently upon their knee,
And offered there in his presence
Their gold and myrrh and frankincense.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the kind of Israel.

Then let us all with one accord
Sing praises to our heavenly Lord,
That hath made heaven and earth of nought,
And with his blood mankind has bought.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

WRITTEN WARNING

Beware of what you write

In your Christmas letter to Santa

Ask yourself if you’ve been good

But be honest when you answer

If you’re naughty and say you’re nice

Santa may erupt with laughter

He may even laugh so violently

That you end up killing Santa

IT WAS CHRISTMAS EVE

It was Christmas Eve

We were preparing for Christmas day

Stuffing the bird and peeling veg

Singing of Santa on his sleigh

When the phone call came

I thought great Dads on his way

Or maybe it will be Gran

With another Christmas cliché

 

A happy Christmas call

Full of happiness and cheer

In truth it was the very opposite

It was the call we all fear

The death of a loved one

The voice says so very clear

“I’ve lost my best friend”

And I had no words only tears

 

Out of the blue so unexpected

Certainly not on Christmas Eve

Christmas should be a celebration

Certainly not a time to grieve

But Christmas Eve or not

It seems it was his time to leave

So farewell dear brother

Life without you I cannot conceive

 

For my Brother Peter who died on Christmas Eve 2008