Silent night, holy night!
All is calm, all is bright.
Christmas is a difficult season when caring for a dying loved one . . . or being the one cared for.
Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child.
Holy infant so tender and mild,
Christmas is a difficult season if it’s the first holidays without a beloved child or spouse or parent.
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.
In my neighborhood, lights twinkle along the darkening streets. Santas and snowmen and manger scenes sprawl across lawns. Families gather around tables. Colleagues join for parties at work. Children tremble with excitement and parents weary of telling the kids to be good. In cathedral’s large and sanctuary’s small, millions will meet on Christmas Eve, singing the familiar carols.
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