The trees are hung with crystal lamps,
the world lies still and white
And the myriad little twinkling stars are sharp with keener light;
The moon sails up the frost-clear sky and silvers all the snow,
As she did, perchance, that Christmas night, two thousand years ago!
Good people, are you waking up?
Give us food and give us wine,
For the sake of blessed Mary and her Infant Son Divine,
Who was born the world's Redeemer-
a Saviour- yours and mine!
Christian Burke
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