Something for that holiday spirit

[serai]

A Christmas Song


Once, in royal David's city,
Stood a lowly cattle shed
Where a mother held her baby.
You'd do well to remember the things he later said

When you're stuffing yourselves
At the Christmas parties.
You'll just laugh when I tell you
To take a running jump.
You're missing the point
I'm sure does not need making -
The Christmas spirit is
Not what you drink.

So how can you laugh
When your own mother's hungry?
And how can you smile
When the reasons for smiling are wrong?
And if I've just messed up your
Thoughtless pleasures,
Remember, if you wish,
This is just A Christmas Song.


Hey, Sumpter, pass us that bottle, will you?


--- Ian Anderson

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[starlit-woods.livejournal.com]

His father wore long hair and torn tattered clothes,
His mother a robe and a shawl.
No worldly possessions
Just love for each other that's all.

Their love was made sacred
By truth in their hearts
Their eyes spoke the words left unsaid.
But people around them
Condemned them and scorned them,
They fled.

No shelter from the storm
And a baby to be born
Sweet Jesus, Jesus what would you say?
Is the world any different today?

His father wore long hair and torn tattered clothes,
His mother a robe and a shawl.

Louis Armstrong.