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Here
We Come A-Wassailing
Here we come
a-wassailing among the leaves so green;
Here we come a-wandering, so fair to be seen.
Love and joy come to you, and to you our wassail, too.
And God bless you and send you a Happy New Year
and send you a Happy New Year
And though we
go a-carolling this night from door to door;
We are your neighbours children whom you have seen before. Refrain
We have a little
purse made of ratching leather skin;
We want a little sixpence to line it well within. Refrain
Bless the master
of this house, likewise the mistress, too;
And all the little children that round the table go. Refrain
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I
Saw Three Ships Come Sailing In
I saw three ships
come sailing in
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
I saw three ships come sailing in
On Christmas day in the morning.
And what was
in those ships all three?
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
And what was in those ships all three?
On Christmas day in the morning.
Our Saviour,
Christ, and His Lady,
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
Our Saviour, Christ, and His Lady,
On Christmas day in the morning.
And all the bells
on earth shall ring,
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
And all the bells on earth shall ring,
On Christmas day in the morning.
And all the angels
in heaven shall sing,
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
And all the angels in heaven shall sing,
On Christmas day in the morning.
Then let us all
rejoice and sing,
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
Then let us all rejoice and sing,
On Christmas day in the morning
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Holly
and the Ivy
Oh the holly
and the ivy,
Now they are both full grown,
Of all the trees that are in the wood
The holly bears the crown.
Oh the rising
of the sun,
The running of the deer.
All merry folk arise and sing
To greet the dawning year.
Oh the holly
bears a berry
As red as any blood,
And the ivy grows beneath the snows
That blanket all the wood.
Oh the holly
bears a blossom
As white as any flower,
And the ivy turns the winter wood
To a green and leafy bower.
Chorus
Oh the holly bears a bark
Bitter as the gall,
And the ivy leaves are shaped like stars
In the skies above us all.
Oh the holly
bears a prickle
As sharp as any thorn,
And the ivy climbs on hills and towers
To greet the Yuletide morn.
Chorus
The holly bears a blossom
As white as any flower
As our Mother bears the infant Sun
In the winter's darkest hour.
The holly bears
a berry
As red as any blood
As our Father bears the hunter's spear
for His hungry children's good.
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Of Soldiers and Kings
We be soldiers
three.
Pardona moy, je vous an pree.
Lately come forth of the low country
With never a penny of money.
Here good fellow,
I drink to thee.
Pardona moy, je vous an pree.
To all good fellows where 'ere they be,
With never a penny of money.
And he that will
not pledge me this.
Pardona moy, je vous an pree.
Pays for the shot, whatever it is,
With never a penny of money.
Charge it again,
boy, charge it again.
Pardona moy, je vous an pree.
As long as there is any ink in thy pen,
With never a penny of money.
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 might,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to the perfect light.
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Jolly
Old Saint Nicholas
Jolly Old Saint
Nicholas,
lean your ear this way!
Don't you tell a single soul
what I'm going to say:
Christmas Eve is coming soon;
now, you dear old man
Whisper what you'll bring to me;
tell me if you can.
When the clock
is striking twelve,
when I'm fast asleep
Down the chimney, broad and black,
with your pack you'll creep
All the stockings you will find
hanging in a row
Mine will be the shortest one,
you'll be sure to know
Ian wants a
pair of skates,
Erin wants a sled
Nellie wants a picture book,
yellow, blue, and red
Now I think I'll leave to you
what to give the rest
Choose for me, dear Santa Claus;
you will know the best.
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Chanukah, O Chanukah
Chanukah, O Chanukah
The sweet celebration
Around the feast we gather
in complete jubilation
Many are the
reasons for good cheer
Now that the Season of Lights is here
Together we'll
weather
whatever tomorrow may bring
So hear us rejoicing and merrily voicing
the Chanukah song that we sing
So hear us rejoicing and merrily voicing
the Chanukah song that we sing
Chanukah, O Chanukah
The Festival of Joy
A holiday, a jolly day
for every girl and boy
Whirling dreidels all week long
Eating latkes, singing songs
Now light them,
tonight then
The candles all in a row
Retell the story of God in his glory
and dance by the flickering glow
Retell the story and God in his glory
dance by the flickering glow
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Here's
a unique way to celebrate the solstice:
Build your own Stonehenge. As you might know, Stonehenge is one of the oldest
(4,000+ years) and best known astronomical calendar sites in the world. You
can recreate it without going through the bother of lugging 25 to 50 ton slabs
of rock around the neighborhood. All you'll need is a bit of ambition, and a
location offering an unobstructed view of the eastern or western horizon. Locations
offering a 360º horizon view are ideal (and rare).
What to do
The first thing
you'll need to do is create a viewing circle. Anchor a reference stake at
the center point of the circle and place your compass on top of it. Find due
north and place a marker at 50 feet north of the center. Repeat the process
for east, west and south. (The rope is used as a guide to insure that all
markers are equidistant from the center stake.) Again, using the rope as a
guide, place a small marker stone every few feet around the perimeter of your
circle. The center of the circle now becomes your fixed reference point and
the westward facing perimeter is where you'll be placing the sunset markers.
The calendar
can be started at any time, but the solstice sunsets are the most fun. Mark
the point of sunset with a pole, stake or other (not easily moved) marker.
Tag the marker with the date of sunset.
Repeat the process
every seven days or so. Over the weeks and months you'll note that the sun
appears to "walk" faster at some times of the year than others.
When you've finished (in a year's time) you'll have a working astronomical
calendar and an excuse to invite friends and classmates over to the house
to check the date ;-)
Non-construction
alternatives
Photo-op: Take
a snapshot of the western skyline and tape it to the wall by a western facing
window. With a felt tip marker draw an arrow on the photo corresponding to
the point of sunset and note the date. Repeat the process.
Window marks:
(This takes two people.) Standing at the same point in the room of a western
facing window, have the other person make a small mark on the glass where
the sun sets. Note the date and repeat the process on a weekly basis.
How it works
The principle
behind an astronomical calendar is simple. The apparent rising and setting
horizon point of the sun changes with each passing day. The different points
correspond to different days of the year.
At minimum, an
astronomical calendar only requires a fixed reference point for viewing and
another fixed reference point marking the position of the rising and/or setting
sun on the horizon.
In the Northern
Hemisphere, if you were to watch a time-lapse movie of a year's worth of sunsets,
you would notice that the sun appears to "walk" back and forth across
the western horizon. The winter solstice marks the southern limit of the sun's
journey and the summer solstice is the northern boundary. Closer examination
would reveal that, with the exception of the two solstice extremes, every
other point on the horizon is crossed twice during the course of the year.
Once on the southern march and again on the northern return.
At the time of
the winter and summer solstices, (around December 22 and June 22) the sun
is directly overhead at either the Tropic of Cancer (summer) or the Tropic
of Capricorn (winter). In the Northern Hemisphere these dates mark the beginnings
of summer and winter and the days of the longest and shortest hours of daylight.
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The
Little Candlestick Girl
by James Coburn
Little Anna sauntered alone
Down snowy streets of cobblestone.
In old Boston, she wandered far from home.
Her threadbare mittens were patched with frost,
While she carried candles to sell for a trifle cost.
The wind pursued her, restless and free,
While whistling through the branches of every tree.
And little Anna sauntered alone
Down snowy streets of cobblestone.
She was haunted by her mother's words,
"Pray for us Anna, for there's no food in our house -
Not a lump of sugar, only a pesky mouse."
In their cold, stony room in 1871,
For Anna, her widowed mother awaited,
Poking last bits of firewood
As flames abated.
Jenny hoped for her daughter's peddling to be done,
As shadows crossed their rose-colored room
With the setting of the sun.
Golden hair dangled across her fevered brow.
Her dead husband left them only
Bright-colored candlesticks,
Scented with honeysuckle
After flaming the wicks.
A red candle burned on the table.
The beautiful mother had sold her husband's
Wax labor when able.
But for days she had become weak and pale.
She thought,
"For now my blessed angel must prevail.
Perhaps this night before Christmas,
Our dreams will take sail."
And she was a little anxious
As golden rays of light
Vanished into violet night.
Pressing her flushed cheek
On a sweating window pane,
She wondered if Anna's life
Without a father would ever be the same.
The red candle dropped wax tears
Under a dancing flame.
Outside, down corridors to a bustling street,
Wandered Anna with a promise to keep.
"With father's passing," thought Anna
Amid winter's gale,
"I must help momma. I cannot fail.
And with Christmas coming, I must bring her cheer.
I hope someone buys my candles,
Before night is near."
She cried, "Candles, candles for your nightstand.
Momma is faint at home.
Please help us to be happy -
We're on our own."
Her tiny feet grew cold
And her face was frosty red.
Long flaxen curls fell windswept down her head.
Passing a storefront window,
She saw beyond the reflections
Of her tattered dress,
Two figures shopping. Why they stared at her,
She could only guess.
"Just look at that urchin. Oh what a mess,"
Said a well-to-do woman with gifts to spare,
To her cozy little daughter
With tightly curled hair.
"I could never look like her,"
Said the girl. "Could I, mother?
I'm much too fair."
Anna smiled at the girl as the mother
Abruptly whisked her daughter away.
Only the china dolls seemed to offer to play.
"Oh well - I have promises to keep,"
Thought Anna. "I dare not stay."
Strangers passed her, short and tall.
Carriages swept by the 6-year-old,
Not noticing her at all.
From around the alley
Came the charity orphans,
Caroling songs of mirth.
"Please, dear God," she said,
"Bless those boys and all others like them
Upon the earth."
Her whispers puffed like clouds
Vanishing into the breeze,
As the Christmas carols put her at ease.
"I'll buy a candle with scented smoke,"
Spoke a handsome blond sailor,
Fresh off the boat.
He pressed some pennies into her hand.
For Anna, life had never been so grand.
She skipped away, dancing into night,
Forgetting the darkness, feeling so bright.
But suddenly she was lost.
Nothing familiar was in sight.
Anna clutched her pennies
And tightened her shawl.
"I'll buy some bread for momma
And hope her fever will fall."
She opened the creaking door of a bakery,
With chipped white paint.
Donuts, yeast rolls, cakes and bread,
Were an answered prayer in the little girl's head.
"Sorry little one," the old baker said
With an apron dusted in flour.
His face was well fed.
"Sorry little one. You'll have to go home.
I've closed my shop. Don't stare at me -
Just leave me alone."
A single tear dropped from Anna's blue eyes.
She thought, "I can't find my way home.
Momma will have no surprise."
Snow was falling, blanketing the street
And left tiny imprints of her dainty feet.
"Candles, candles with scented wick -
Momma needs me. I must get home quick."
Her mother was wise and though very sick,
She hastily swept over her shoulders
A scarlet cloak, as she heard the mantle clock
Tick, tick, tick.
Jenny searched the alleys and the old stony square,
But nowhere in sight was her angel so fair.
Her face burned under an icy stare.
"I'll find my angel. Beyond that, I don't care."
Anna crossed an old wooden bridge,
As a stranger pursued her from over a ridge.
His bellowing footsteps crushed her tiny prints.
He thought, "She doesn't know I've followed.
I've given no hints.
She must have money in her pocket - there.
I intend to have it and as for her - beware!"
As Anna approached a dreary old moat,
The bells of the North Church Tower suddenly woke.
"Home can't be too far from me,"
She whispered, seeing tall ships
Drift off to sea.
As the scoundrel's grungy scarred face
Approached her shoulder - so near,
Anna's mother arrived without warning or fear.
"Anna," she screamed. "Stand behind my back.
And you, Sir, don't provoke this desperate
Mother to attack.
Do not underestimate my strength and resolve.
I'll be your match, though man you may be.
I'll protect my angel.
We shall pass free!"
One eye glared from under his ashen brow.
He wanted to profit, though he wasn't sure how.
His ruddy complexion had seen better days,
And he lunged at Anna's mother in Boston's haze.
Jenny twisted her cloak around his neck.
She panted, "Anna, run to the shipyard.
Find help on the deck."
Anna soared like the wind on a strange trek.
But before she ventured 50 yards away,
A candle wick flared in a window near the bay.
A British sailor called her name.
"Little girl, you sold me this flame.
Why are you here? You look lost and cold."
Anna pointed towards the hill
At her mother - so bold.
The sailor's green eyes grew fierce with stealth.
And he swarmed the hoodlum
Whose dagger flung with lust for wealth.
Down a slippery ice trail, the thief faltered
And disappeared.
The sailor said, "Your daughter is safe
From the pirate she feared."
Chris covered Jenny in his warm woolen coat,
Carrying her home with strong arms,
Missing his boat.
Anna felt his radiant charms.
As he laid her courageous mother to bed,
His love spoke in volume without a word said.
The little candlestick girl
Reached into the hearth
To spark a candle flame,
While praying for her mother,
This new love to remain.
Jenny smiled at Anna,
With eyes transcending pain.
Jenny soon fell into a deep comforting sleep.
Anna kissed her joyfully
And curled up beside her,
While sending a prayer for God's keep.
Chris left them for one hour - alone.
Returning before daybreak with food
For their home.
On his back was carried a fresh scented
Christmas tree,
He propped it before the window
Before they would waken to see.
Checking Jenny's fever, Chris gently
Pressed his hand to her face.
She stirred and murmured,
"We thank you friend for your kindness and grace."
"But it was you who saved your daughter,"
Said the sailor.
"Surely the heavens declare for you a glorious place."
"But I already have an angel," said Jenny
As her fever lifted without a trace.
Chris closed his eyelids, then parted them wide
As if to free the loneliness of a great divide.
He said, "Before I crossed the sea of blue
There never was one as beautiful as you."
Then, slowly rising from her bed,
Jenny reverently lifted her head.
Across the room she would see
Her little girl's eyes twinkle with glee.
There holding a flickering orb of candlelight,
Her eyes sparked enchantment into the night.
As Anna knelt in fervent prayer,
Her voice enveloped the air.
"Thank you God for Christmas. 'Tis one I shall hold dear."
Suddenly, Jenny was filled with cheer.
From over the rooftops, cathedral bells began to play;
And as Christmas lit up, a jewel of a day,
A family was born -
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