At Stonehenge, the druids
Exchange bodily fluids
At the temple to the
sun
As the solstice begun
Dressed up like loons
And barking at the
moon
At Stonehenge, the druids
Exchange bodily fluids
At the temple to the
sun
As the solstice begun
Dressed up like loons
And barking at the
moon
The Sun rules in daylight hours
Shining light across
the shadow
The Moon rules over
the tides
In their perpetual ebb
and flow
But God rules in the
heavens
In benevolence over
all below
It was in sixteenth
century Germany, or so the legend has it, in a town called Wittenberg in
Saxony-Anhalt.
That the founder of
the protestant church, Martin Luther, was the first to decorate a Christmas
tree with lighted candles.
Apparently when he was
walking home through the forest one dark and frosty winter’s night, his
attention was drawn to the myriad of bright stars that he could see sparkling
and twinkling through the branches of the trees.
The beauty of the
nights display had a great effect on him, and he proceeded home very excited.
When he arrived home
he relayed to his family what he had seen and what had excited him so and
almost immediately he set about decorating his Christmas tree with candles and
then to his families surprise he lit them.
Goodness only knows
what his family thought, possibly that he was possessed, and what of the other
people in the town, what did they think of him and his antics?
It probably caused as
much consternation than the reformation.
There’s no better time than Christmas
I’ve always
believed it to be so
When we remember
Christ the saviour
Born two
thousand years ago
There’s no
better time than Christmas
When we
celebrate his birth
In the
sanctuary of a candlelit church
We rejoice
for all we’re worth
There’s no
better time than Christmas
To look
beneath ageing skin
Of any of
the old souls in the season
And still
find a child within
There’s no
better time than Christmas
I’ve always
believed it to be so
When we
remember Christ the saviour
Born two
thousand years ago
The winter stage is dressed in tones of white
Everywhere
is quiet everywhere is bright
Houses are
adorned with lights of every hue
To
celebrate the Christmas hullaballoo
And the
starry sky on a frost filled night
Is in truth
the most wonderful sight
A sky that
held the star they had to follow
Over two
thousand Christmas skies ago
Christmas day is almost here
The time of
year
I hold so
dear
When to
tradition we must adhere
When to
every ear
We are
sincere
A time of
goodwill and cheer
A time to
care
A time to
share
Christmas
is when we banish fear
Keep close
those near
And those
dear
Christmas
day is almost here
The time of
year
When we
revere
Under the rich December sky
Breath
plumed in the frost filled air
The winter
sky sparkled with stars
Like
diamonds stitched to the curtain of night
The moon
was almost full
And from that
December moon
The lunar
light bathed the landscape
So that
light sparkled on the ice crystals
Creating a
myriad of twinkling stars
To mimic
their celestial cousins
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