I went to church on Christmas morn to hear the angels sing.
My heart was lifted with every chorus; the rafters, they did ring.
I sang along with joy in my heart, the greatest sound I've ever heard.
From "O Holy Night" to "What Child is This?" I cherished every word.

I celebrated the King's lowly birth; I shouted and danced about.
Then came along a "Little Drummer Boy," and I knew I was without.
What had I given the babe this year? A panic crossed my mind.
I tried to think of what I had given, but there was none to find.

Did I find a child and clothe him well? Did I seek a widow to bless?
Did I go to someone sick in their bed and try to ease their death?
Did I ask a sinner to say a prayer or tell him the Good News?
Did I give a beggar something to eat or at least buy him some shoes?

I bowed my head as the drummer boy played; my tears started to fall.
I didn't even give Him my best, let alone give Him my all.
So this Christmas, Jesus, I bring you my drum, the very beat of my heart.
I ask Your forgiveness, for things undone; it's the only place I can start.

On Fri, 24 Dec 2021 18:27:37 -0800, Bernice Wellamens
<bernice@protestant.com> wrote:
> I went to church on Christmas morn to hear the angels sing.
> My heart was lifted with every chorus; the rafters, they did ring.
> I sang along with joy in my heart, the greatest sound I've ever
heard.
> From "O Holy Night" to "What Child is This?" I cherished every
word.

> I celebrated the King's lowly birth; I shouted and danced about.
> Then came along a "Little Drummer Boy," and I knew I was without.
> What had I given the babe this year? A panic crossed my mind.
> I tried to think of what I had given, but there was none to find.

> Did I find a child and clothe him well? Did I seek a widow to bless?
> Did I go to someone sick in their bed and try to ease their death?
> Did I ask a sinner to say a prayer or tell him the Good News?
> Did I give a beggar something to eat or at least buy him some shoes?

> I bowed my head as the drummer boy played; my tears started to fall.
> I didn't even give Him my best, let alone give Him my all.
> So this Christmas, Jesus, I bring you my drum, the very beat of my
heart.
> I ask Your forgiveness, for things undone;
> it's the only place I can start.

Do NOT say "merry christmas" here! It's racist and offensive!

Bernice Wellamens wrote

> I went to church on Christmas morn to hear the angels sing.
> My heart was lifted with every chorus; the rafters, they did ring.
> I sang along with joy in my heart, the greatest sound I've ever heard.
> From "O Holy Night" to "What Child is This?" I cherished every word.
>
> I celebrated the King's lowly birth; I shouted and danced about.
> Then came along a "Little Drummer Boy," and I knew I was without.
> What had I given the babe this year? A panic crossed my mind.
> I tried to think of what I had given, but there was none to find.
>
> Did I find a child and clothe him well? Did I seek a widow to bless?
> Did I go to someone sick in their bed and try to ease their death?
> Did I ask a sinner to say a prayer or tell him the Good News?
> Did I give a beggar something to eat or at least buy him some shoes?
>
> I bowed my head as the drummer boy played; my tears started to fall.
> I didn't even give Him my best, let alone give Him my all.
> So this Christmas, Jesus, I bring you my drum, the very beat of my heart.
> I ask Your forgiveness, for things undone; it's the only place I can start.
>
>

Hitler and the Nazis celebrated Christmas.

Lots of partying, with other men dressed in brown.

https://www.life.com/history/photos-from-a-nazi-christmas-party/

On 12/24/2021 9:27 PM, Bernice Wellamens wrote:
> I went to church on Christmas morn to hear the angels sing.
> My heart was lifted with every chorus; the rafters, they did ring.
> I sang along with joy in my heart, the greatest sound I've ever heard.
> From "O Holy Night" to "What Child is This?" I cherished every word.
>
> I celebrated the King's lowly birth; I shouted and danced about.
> Then came along a "Little Drummer Boy," and I knew I was without.
> What had I given the babe this year? A panic crossed my mind.
> I tried to think of what I had given, but there was none to find.
>
> Did I find a child and clothe him well? Did I seek a widow to bless?
> Did I go to someone sick in their bed and try to ease their death?
> Did I ask a sinner to say a prayer or tell him the Good News?
> Did I give a beggar something to eat or at least buy him some shoes?
>
> I bowed my head as the drummer boy played; my tears started to fall.
> I didn't even give Him my best, let alone give Him my all.
> So this Christmas, Jesus, I bring you my drum, the very beat of my heart.
> I ask Your forgiveness, for things undone; it's the only place I can start.

Happy Jul from a Norse pagan.

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