Jingle Bells, Silver Bells and one-horse open sleighs seem to say for me Christmas is on its way.
I hear the bells ringing from every place of wonder, their tones overcome the hustle and bustle and it’s hard to even count their number.
With chestnuts roasting on an open fire, Rudolph shining up his nose, Frosty is dusting off his old top hat, and Grandma watches for reindeer as she crosses the road.
Over the river and through the woods we’ll gather round the O Christmas Tree, It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas, as we Deck the Halls, with smiles of great glee.
It is sure a White Christmas will be found, so Let It Snow my friend, it will likely not even make a sound.
So, Children Go Where I Send Thee, as Here We Come a Wassailing – there is nothing quite like Christmas Caroling, Caroling to fill the night amazing.
If we are quiet as a mouse, The Night Before Christmas comes this year; Up on the Housetop we might hear the sound of Christmas cheer.
Do You Hear What I Hear?
God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen let nothing you dismay remember “Ho, Ho, Ho,” might be a happy sound, but its not why we have a Christmas day.
O Holy Night, the star was brightly shining, upon a Little Town of Bethlehem where animals were a pining.
Where Away in a Manger, the Silent Night of Mary’s baby boy, was filled as they heard the herald angels singing and the drum of A Little Drummer Boy.
Kings, Angels and Shepherds gathered ‘round Him, because Christ Is Born in Bethlehem.
Whether its Christmas in Kilarney or Bethlehem town, we should Go Tell It on the Mountain with the Hallelujah Chorus that He is where Christmas will always be found.
And though It Came Upon a Midnight Clear, Christmas is a day, we should always hold dear.