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It came upon a midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold!
Peace on the earth, good will to men,
From heaven's all gracious King!
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing.

For lo! the days are hastening on,
By prophet bards foretold,
When, with the ever-circling years,
Shall come the Age of Gold;
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling,
And all the world give back the song
Which now the angels sing.




An old manuscript found in a Sicilian monastery tell the following legend: When Christ was born, all the creatures of the earth, including the trees, went to Bethlehem to give Him gifts. Some trees, like the fruit-bearing ones, had plenty to give the child and they pushed the little fir tree, which had nothing but its evergreen leaves, into the background. An angel, seeing its plight, asked some stars to come down and rest on the fir tree's dark boughs. When Jesus saw the shining tree, he blessed it, and the custom of Christmas ornaments was born.






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