God rest ye, little children; let nothing you affright, For Jesus Christ, your Saviour, was born this happy night; Along the hills of Galilee the white flocks sleeping lay, When Christ, the Child of Nazareth, was born on Christmas day.
Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time.
Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days; that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth; that can transport the sailor and the traveller, thousands of miles away, back to his own fire-side and his quiet home!
A lovely thing about Christmas is that it’s compulsory, like a thunderstorm, and we all go through it together.
Gifts of time and love are surely the basic ingredients of a truly merry Christmas.
So remember while December
God grant you:
What can I give Him,
There is no name so sweet on earth,
I've seen the face of Jesus...