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» Jingle Bells » Hark! The Herald Angels Sing » Angels From The Realms Of Glory » Away in the Manger » First Christmas » Frosty the Snow Man » O Christmas Tree » We Three Kings Angels From The Realms Of Glory "Angels from the realms of glory, Wing your flight o'er all the earth Ye who sang creations story, Now proclaim messiah's birth Come and worship, come and worship, Worship Christ the new-born king Shepherds in the field abiding, Watching oe'r your flocks by night God with man is now residing, Yonder shines the infant light. Sages leave your contemplations, Brighter visions beam afar. Seek the great desire of nations, Ye have seen his natal star. Saints before the altar bending, Watching long in hope and fear Suddenly the Lord descending In his temple shall appear." Away in the Manger "Away in a manger, no crib for a bed, The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head. The stars in the sky looked down where he lay, The little Lord Jesus asleep in the hay. The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes, But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes. I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky And stay by my cradle til morning is nigh. Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay Close by me forever, and love me, I pray. Bless all the dear children in thy tender care, And take us to heaven, to live with Thee there." First Christmas "Stan Rogers, 1979, on Between The Breaks This day a year ago, he was rolling in the snow With a younger brother in his father's yard Christmas break, a time for touching home, the heart of all he'd known And leaving was so hard Three thousand miles away, now he's working Christmas Day Making double time for the minding of the store Well he always said, he'd make it on his own He's spending Christmas Eve alone First Christmas away from home She's standing by the train station, pan-handling for change Four more dollars buys a decent meal and a room Looks like the Sally Ann place after all, in a crowded sleeping hall That echoes like a tomb But it's warm and clean and free, and there are worse places to be At least it means no beating from her Dad And if she cries because it's Christmas Day She hopes that it won't show First Christmas away from home In the apartment stands a tree, and it looks so small and bare Not like it was meant to be, Golden angel on the top It's not that same old silver star, you wanted for your own First Christmas away from home In the morning, they get prayers, then it's crafts and tea downstairs Then another meal back in his little room Hoping maybe that "the boys" will think to phone before the day is gone Well, it's best they do it soon When the "old girl" passed away, he fell apart more every day Each had always kept the other pretty well But the kids all said the nursing home was best Cause he couldn't live alone First Christmas away from home In the common room they've got the biggest tree And it's huge and cold and lifeless Not like it ought to be, and the lit-up flashing Santa Claus on top It's not that same old silver star, you once made for your own First Christmas away from home." Frosty the Snow Man "Frosty the snowman was a jolly happy soul, With a corncob pipe and a button nose and two eyes made out of coal. Frosty the snowman is a fairy tale, they say, He was made of snow but the children know how he came to life one day. There must have been some magic in that old silk hat they found. For when they placed it on his head he began to dance around. O, Frosty the snowman was alive as he could be, And the children say he could laugh and play just the same as you and me. Thumpetty thump thump, thumpety thump thump, Look at Frosty go. Thumpetty thump thump, thumpety thump thump, Over the hills of snow. Frosty the snowman knew the sun was hot that day, So he said, "Let's run and we'll have some fun now before I melt away." Down to the village, with a broomstick in his hand, Running here and there all around the square saying, Catch me if you can. He led them down the streets of town right to the traffic cop. And he only paused a moment when he heard him holler "Stop!" For Frosty the snow man had to hurry on his way, But he waved goodbye saying, "Don't you cry, I'll be back again some day." Thumpetty thump thump, thumpety thump thump, Look at Frosty go. Thumpetty thump thump, thumpety thump thump, Over the hills of snow." O Christmas Tree "O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree! How are thy leaves so verdant! O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, How are thy leaves so verdant! Not only in the summertime, But even in winter is thy prime. O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, How are thy leaves so verdant! O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, Much pleasure doth thou bring me! O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, Much pleasure doth thou bring me! For every year the Christmas tree, Brings to us all both joy and glee. O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, Much pleasure doth thou bring me! O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, Thy candles shine out brightly! O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, Thy candles shine out brightly! Each bough doth hold its tiny light, That makes each toy to sparkle bright. O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, Thy candles shine out brightly!" We Three Kings We three kings of orient are, bearing gifts we traverse afar Field and fountain, moor and mountain, following yonder star. Oh, star of wonder, star of night, star with royal beauty bright. Westward leading, still proceeding, Guide with thy perfect light. Born a King on Bethlehem's plain, Gold I bring to crown him again King for ever, ceasing never over us all to reign...... Frankincense to offer have I, incense owns a Deity nigh Pray'r and praising, all men raising, Worship him, God most high, oh..... Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume breathes a life of gathering gloom. Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, sealed in the stone cold tomb. Glorious now behold him arise, king and God and sacrifice Alleluia, alleluia, heaven to earth replies. .... 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