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1. Believe, from
"The Polar Express" - 4:17 Children,
sleeping. Snow is softly falling. 2.
Child's Christmas in Wales by Dylan Thomas, excerpt - 0:22 One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six. 3.
Once Upon a December, from "Anastasia" - 2:02 Dancing
bears, painted wings, things I almost remember. Someone
holds me safe and warm. 4.
Child's Christmas in Wales by Dylan Thomas, excerpt - 2:26 And I remember that we went singing carols once, when there wasn't the shaving of a moon to light the flying streets. At the end of a long road was a drive that led to a large house, and we stumbled up the darkness of the drive that night, each one of us afraid, each one holding a stone in his hand in case, and all of us too brave to say a word. The wind through the trees made noises as of old and unpleasant and maybe webfooted men wheezing in caves. We reached the black bulk of the house. "What
shall we give them? Hark the Herald?" Good King Wenceslas looked out On the Feast of Stephen . . . And then a small dry voice, like the voice of someone who has not spoken for a long time, joined our singing: a small, dry, eggshell voice from the other side of the door: a small dry voice through the keyhole. And when we stopped running we were outside our house; the front room was lovely; balloons floated under the hot-water-bottle-gulping gas; everything was good again and shone over the town. "Perhaps
it was a ghost," Jim said. Always on Christmas night there was music. An uncle played the fiddle, a cousin sang "Cherry Ripe," and another uncle sang "Drake's Drum." It was very warm in the little house. Auntie Hannah, who had got on to the parsnip wine, sang a song about Bleeding Hearts and Death, and then another in which she said her heart was like a Bird's Nest; and then everybody laughed again; and then I went to bed. Looking through my bedroom window, out into the moonlight and the unending smoke-colored snow, I could see the lights in the windows of all the other houses on our hill and hear the music rising from them up the long, steadily falling night. I turned the gas down, I got into bed. I said some words to the close and holy darkness, and then I slept. 5.
O Little Town of Bethlehem, traditional - 1:55 O little
town of Bethlehem For
Christ is born of Mary 6.
The Wisdom of Snow - 1:46 7.
O Holy Night, traditional - 2:53 O
holy night! The stars are brightly shining, Fall
on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices! Truly
He taught us to love one another, Fall
on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices! 8.
The Holly and the Ivy, traditional - 2:01 The
holly and the ivy,
O, the rising of the sun,
The holly bears a blossom,
The holly bears a berry, The
holly bears a prickle, 9.
Fur Elise - 3:03
10. Luke 2:8-14, King James Version of the Bible - 1:00 "And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men."
11. Hark the Herald Angels Sing, traditional - 1:59
Hark! the herald angels sing
Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace 12.
Christmastime is Here - 3:34
13. Wexford Carol, traditional - 2:57 Good
people all, this Christmas-time,
The night before that happy tide
With thankful heart and joyful mind,
14. O Come All Ye Faithful, traditional - 1:55
O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant,
O come, let us adore Him,
Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation;
O come, let us adore Him, 15.
All Through the Night - 0:47 (Little Match Girl to end of set - 15:05)
16. Little Match Girl by Hans Christian Andersen - 2:14 It was bitterly cold; snow was falling and it was almost dark on the last evening of the year. In this cold and darkness a poor little girl, bareheaded and barefoot, was walked through the streets. When she left home she had slippers on, it is true; but they were not much good. They were very large slippers, which her mother had worn and the poor little girl lost them when she was running across the street to avoid two carriages that had rolled by dreadfully fast. One slipper was nowhere to be found; the other was picked up by a boy who ran off with it saying that it would do for a cradle when he had children of his own. So the little girl walked on with her small bare feet, that were quite red and blue from cold. In an old apron she carried a quantity of matches, and she held a packet of them in her hand. Nobody had bought any of her the whole long day; no one had given her a single farthing. The poor little girl was hungry and shivering with cold as she crept along--a picture of misery. The snowflakes fell on her long fair hair, which curled prettily round her face, but she did not give a thought to that. Lights were gleaming from all the windows, and it smelt most deliciously of roast goose, for it was New Year's Eve; yes, of that she thought. In a corner formed by two houses one of which projected a little beyond the other, she sat down and drew her feet under her. But she grew colder and colder. She did not dare to go home for she had not sold any matches and had not earned a single penny. And besides it was almost as cold at home where they had only the roof over them through which the wind whistled, even though they stuffed up the largest cracks with straw and rags. Her little hands were almost numbed with cold. Oh! How much one match might warm her! If she only dared pull one out of the bundle and strike it against the wall to warm her fingers. She drew one out. "Rischt!" how it sputtered and blazed. It made a warm, bright flame, like a candle, as she held her hand over it: it was a wonderful light. It seemed to the little girl as though she were sitting before a great iron stove, with polished brass feet and knobs and an ornament at top. There was a splendid fire burning in it and the fire warmed her so delightfully. The little girl stretched out her feet to warm them too;
17. Deck the Hall, traditional - 1:42 See
the blazing Yule before us,
Fast away the old year passes, 18. The Little Match Girl, cont. - 0:27 But then--the small flame went out, the stove vanished: and she had only the remains of the burnt-out match in her hand. She struck another match against the wall: it burned brightly, and where the light fell on the wall, there the wall became transparent like a veil, so that she could see right through it into the room. On the table was spread a snow-white tablecloth; upon it was a shining dinner service and a roast goose was steaming gloriously with its stuffing of apple and dried plums.
19. Christmas Is A Coming, traditional - 1:23
Christmas is coming,
God bless you, gentlemen,
Christmas is a
coming God
bless you, gentlemen, If
you haven't got a thing for me, 20. The Little Match Girl, cont. - 0:26 then--the match went out and she saw only the thick, cold wall. She lighted another match. Now she was sitting under the most magnificent Christmas tree: it was larger, and more beautiful than the one she had seen at Christmas through the glass door of the rich merchant's house. Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and colored pictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down at her. The little girl stretched out her hands towards them 21.
O Christmas Tree, traditional - 1:49 O
Christmas tree, O Christmas tree! O
Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, 22. The Little Match Girl, cont. - 1:03 then--the match went out. The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher, she saw them now as stars in the sky; one fell down and formed a long trail of fire. "Someone is dying!" thought the little girl; for her old grandmother, the only person who had loved her, and who was now dead, had told her, that when a star falls, a soul goes up to God. She struck another match against the wall: it was again light, and in the glow her old grandmother stood clear and shining, gentle and loving. "Grandmother!" cried the little child. "Oh, take me with you! I know you will go away when the match burns out; you will vanish like the warm stove, the delicious roast goose, and like the magnificent Christmas tree!" And she quickly struck the whole bundle of matches quickly against the wall, for she wanted to be sure of keeping her grandmother with her. And the matches gave such a brilliant light that it was brighter than at noon-day. Her grandmother had never looked so beautiful and tall. She lifted the little girl in her arms and both of them flew in brightness and joy far above the earth where there was no more cold, no hunger, no fear--they were with God. 23.
Walking in the Air, Theme from "The Snowman" - 2:52 We're
walking in the air Far
across the world We're
surfing in the air Suddenly
swooping low on an ocean deep We're
walking in the air 24. The Little Match Girl, conclusion - 0:27 But at the cold hour of dawn the little girl sat in the corner between the houses with rosy cheeks and a smile on her face--frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. The New Year's sun rose upon the little body, stiff and cold with the ends of the burnt out matches in her hand. "She wanted to warm herself," people said. No one could imagine what beautiful visions she had seen; no one dreamed of the splendor in which, with her grandmother she had entered into the glories of a new year. 25.
All Through the Night, traditional, reprise - 1:55 Sleep,
my child, and peace attend thee While
the moon her watch is keeping 26.
What Child Is This?, traditional - 2:27 What
child is this, who, laid to rest, This,
this is Christ the King, Why
lies he in such mean estate Raise,
raise the song on high So
bring him incense, gold, and myrrh, This,
this is Christ the King, 27.
God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen, traditional - 1:55 God
rest you merry, gentlemen, From
God our heavenly Father Now
to the Lord sing praises, 28.
Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens, excerpt - 0:59 Scrooge was better than his word. He did it all, and infinitely more; and to Tiny Tim, who did not die, he was a second father. He became as good a friend, as good a master, and as good a man, as the good old city knew, or any other good old city, town, or borough, in the good old world. Some people laughed to see the alteration in him, but he let them laugh, and little heeded them; for he was wise enough to know that nothing ever happened on this globe, for good, at which some people did not have their fill of laughter in the outset; and knowing that such as these would be blind anyway, he thought it quite as well that they should wrinkle up their eyes in grins, as have the malady in less attractive forms. His own heart laughed: and that was quite enough for him. He had no further contact with Spirits, but lived upon the Total Abstinence Principle, ever afterwards; and it was always said of him, that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us, and all of us! And so, as Tiny Tim observed, God bless Us, Every One! 29.
We Wish You A Merry Christmas, traditional - 1:24
We wish you a Merry Christmas;
Good tidings we bring to you and your kin;
Oh, bring us a figgy pudding;
We won't go until we get some;
We wish you a Merry Christmas; THE END |
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