Celion Dion, Charlotte Church, Gloria Stephan and a children’s chorus deliver the tender Holiday melody of John Lennon, with a twist.
That’s how I like things … executed with a twist. Enjoy.
I pray for your safety and wellbeing — now and in the future. I pray for tolerance and a more forgiving attitude towards simple transgressions and honest mistakes. More coal in the stove and less fuel on the fire. That’s what I hope for. And I pray for pleasure that ignites our senses and humanity.
Feanne is our resident intellectual, but I did find this nice Christmas poem. Let me clarify that to me, the last line of the poem is symbolic, reminding us of the great virtues of Christ, whatever our religious denominations. I understand it probably wasn’t written with that intent.
Happy Holidays to everyone … and Merry Christmas, too.
Ring out, wild bells - Christmas Poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more,
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.
Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.
Ring out the want, the care the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.
Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.
Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.