sweet dreams . .
by day the blue will pale down into white where it touches the white of the land, after sunset it has a new circumference-orange, melting upwards into tenderest purple. but the core of blue persists, and so it is by night. then the stars hang like lamps from the immense vault. the distance between the vault and them is as nothing to the distance behind them, and that farther distance, though beyond colour, last freed itself from blue. -e.m. forster (a passage to india)
Showing posts with label christmas eve. Show all posts
Showing posts with label christmas eve. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 24, 2024
Sunday, December 24, 2023
Saturday, December 24, 2022
christmas eve
dinner after caroling . .
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every year there is a caroling event in washington square park with a brass band and a singer to lead the carolers. today was the coldest day in the past ninety-eight years - seventeen degrees. being so cold, i thought there wouldn't be many people, but there were quite a number who showed up . . such intrepid new yorkers.
we sang hark, the herald angels sing, silver bells, o christmas tree, it came upon a midnight clear, the twelve days of christmas, we wish you a merry christmas, and silent night.
korrina met us too, and then came home for dinner (which chanda had been making while we were out) and to sing a few songs together around the table with dessert. (we had linguini and clam sauce with gingerbread and moon cookies and french chocolates for dessert.) we read the night before christmas, and sang people look east and silent night.
more carolers in queens where korrina got off the train on her way home.
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people look east the time is near
of the crowning of the year,
make your house fair as you are able,
trim the hearth and set the table -
people look east and sing today,
love the guest is on the way.
furrows be glad though earth is bare
one more seed is planted there,
give up your strength the seed to nourish,
that in course the flower may flourish -
people look east and sing today,
love the rose is on the way.
Friday, December 24, 2021
christmas eve
children go where i send thee! how shall i send thee?
i'm gonna send thee one by one,
one for the little tiny baby,
born, born, born in bethlehem, bethlehem, bethlehem.
children go where i send thee! how shall i send thee?
i'm gonna send thee two by two,
two for joseph and mary,
one for the little tiny baby,
born, born, born in bethlehem, bethlehem, bethlehem.
Thursday, December 24, 2020
a windy night
christmas carol
the kings they came from out the south,
all dressed in ermine fine;
they bore him gold and chrysoprase,
and gifts of precious wine.
the shepherds came from out the north,
their coats were brown and old;
they brought him little new-born lambs--
they had not any gold.
the wise men came from out the east,
and they were wrapped in white;
the star that led them all the way
did glorify the night
the angels came from heaven high,
and they were clad with wings;
and they brought a joyful song
the host of heaven sings.
the kings they knocked upon the door,
the wise men entered in,
the shepherds followed after then
to hear the song begin.
the angels sang through all the night
until the rising sun,
but little jesus fell asleep
before the song was done.
by sara teasdale (1884 - 1933)
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