It is a deep dark night that swirls around our northern lands.
It tastes of cold, gingerbread and woodsmoke. It smells of snow travelling towards us. It has hyacinths, lights that twinkle and people who just want to sleep.
I'm tired in body and soul, and yet every song makes me dance. My God is on his way to save me.
This night
we pray
our lives
will show
this dream
he had
each child
still knows
we are waiting
we have not forgotten
on this night
on this night
on this very Christmas night
(words from The United Orchestra's "Christmas Canon")
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