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Christmas (hope you’re not)
Hope you’re not disappointed
In the way things turned out
Can we be starry-eyed
Still lovers after all this?
Love was hard to find
But we have
Love was hard to find
Wish I could un-do the past
Or free you from it
But I’ll never hurt you baby
Not like that
Don’t stop believing in the future
Or yourself
I don’t know why it happened
But it did and I’d walk
Backwards through fire to love you
It doesn’t take less my love
It doesn’t take less my love
To stay when you want wo run
To open and open and open and open
If I said all of this
With just the right inflection
Could we go on from here?
Love was hard to find
But we have
Love was hard to find
But we have
Love was hard to find
C-H-R-I-S-T-M-A-S
Jenny Lou Carson and Eddy Arnold
When I was but a youngster,
Christmas meant one thing
That I’d be getting lots of toys that day
I learned a whole lot diff’rent
When Mother sat me down
And taught me to spell Christmas this way:
“C” is for the Christ Child born upon this day
“H” for herald angels in the night
“R” means our Redeemer
“I” means Israel
“S” is for the star that shone so bright
“T” is for three wise men, they who traveled far
“M” is for the manger where He lay
“A” is for all He stands for
“S” means shepherds came
And that’s why there’s a Christmas Day
Joy and Sorrow
Then a woman said, ‘Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow.’
And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, ‘Joy is greater than sorrow,’ and others say, ‘Nay, sorrow is the greater.’
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.
Kahlil Gibran