This Christmas card is so contrived A mannequin looks more alive Haven't meant a word I've written here The page is full not one thing sincere I can
Silent night, holy night All is calm, all is bright Round yon Virgin Mother and Child Holy Infant so tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace Sleep in
The First Noel, the Angels did say Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay In fields where they may keeping their sheep On a cold winter'
We three kings of Orient are Bearing gifts we traverse afar Field and fountain, moor and mountain Following yonder star Born a baby on Bethlehem's plain