God rest ye, little children; let nothing you affright, For Jesus Christ, your Saviour, was born this happy night; Along the hills of Galilee the white flocks sleeping lay, When Christ, the Child of Nazareth, was born on Christmas day.
Autumn to winter, winter into spring. Spring, into summer, summer into fall, - So rolls the changing year, and so we change; -Motion so swift, we know not that we move.
