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I. i ('W'itcr (Wonidercatnd Sleigh belîs ring, are you ist'nin? '«4%j In the lane, snow is glist'nin. A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight Walkin' in a winter wonderland! Gone away is the bluebird, here to stay is a new bird. He sings a love song as we go along, Walkin' in a winter wonderland. ln the meadow we can huild a snowman, Then pretend that he is Parson Brown He'Il say "are you married?" we'll say "no man!" But you can do the job when you're in town. Later on - we'Il conspire as we dream by the fire, To face unaf raid the plans that we made Walkin' in a Winter Wonderland! O 91itt[e 5-ôwti of (l3eth[ehein 0 littie town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by; Yet in thy dark streets shineth The everlasting Light; The hopes and fears of ail the years Are met in thee tonight. For Christ is born of Mary; And gathering aIl above, While mortals sleep, the angels keep Their watch of wondering love. 0 morning stars, together Proclaim the holy birth, And praises sing to God the King, And peace to men on earth. How silently how silently, The wondrous gift is given' So God imparts to human hetrts The blessings of his heaven. No ear rnay hear his coming; But in this world of sin, Where meek souls will receive Him, still The dear Christ enters in. mI- .1 O Holy Child of Bethlehem, Descend to us, we pray; Cast out our sin, and enter in; Be born in us today. We hear the Christmas angels The great glad tidings tell O corne to us, abide with us, Our Lord Emmanuel. Oh, the weather outside is frightful, But the fire is 50 delightful. And since we've no place to go, Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow! t doesn't show signs of stopping, And I brought some corn for popping, The lights are turned way down low, Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow! When we finally kiss good night, How l'Il hate goîng out in the storm. But if you really hold me tight, Ail the way home we'Il be warm. The fire is sîowty dying, And, my dear, we're still goodbyeing, But as long as you love me so, Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow! 18 Whitby Free Press - Nov. 30/94