Merry Christmas!

Sometimes the old hymns say it best and say it all.

God rest you, Christian gentle men,
Wherever you may be,—
God rest you all in field or hall,
Or on ye stormy sea;
For on this morn our Christ is born
That saveth you and me.

Last night ye shepherds in ye east
Saw many a wondrous thing;
Ye sky last night flamed passing bright
Whiles that ye stars did sing,
And angels came to bless ye name
Of Jesus Christ, our King.

God rest you, Christian gentle men,
Faring wherever you may;
In noblesse court do thou no sport,
In tournament no play,
In pagan lands hold thou thy hands
From bloody works this day.

But thinking on ye gentle Lord
That died upon ye tree,
Let troublings cease and deeds of peace
Abound in Christianity;
For on this morn ye Christ is born
That saveth you and me.