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A Christmas of games, an Easter by the fire.

A green Christmas makes a fat churchyard.

Another year will bring another Christmas.

Lawyers are bad Christians.

After Christmas comes Lent.

Green Christmas, a white Easter.

In the visible church the true Christians are invisible.

The devil makes his Christmas pies of lawyers' tongues and clerk's fingers.

Black Christmas, white Easter.

A goose never voted for an early Christmas.

A turkey never voted for an early Christmas.

The best of all worlds: A sunny Christmas and a log fire on Easter.

Spend Easter and Christmas with whomever you want, but celebrate Mardi Gras with your own.

What child is this:

What Child is this,
Who laid to rest On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?

This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:...

Silent night:

Silent Night, Holy Night,
All is calm, all is bright,
'Round yon Virgin Mother and Child
Holy Infant so tender and mild,

Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Silent Night, Holy Night,
Shepherds quake...

O little town of bethlehem:

O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie.
Above they deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by.


Yet in the dark streets shineth,
The everlasting light,
The hopes and fears of all...

Night of the Saint Andrew

On the 30th of November, Romaian people is celebrating Saint Andrew, the spiritual patriarch of Romania.

The night before Saint Andrew's Eve is known as the night of the ghosts( strigoi), strigoi means in Romanian...

All through the night

Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee.
All through the night.
Guardian angels God will lend thee
All through the night.
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber sleeping.
God his loving...

Bring a torch

Bring a torch, Jeannette, Isabella,
Bring a torch, come hurry and run.
It is Jesus, good folk of the village,
Christ is born, and Mary's calling, Ah! Ah!
Beautiful is the Mother. Ah! Ah!
Beautiful is her Son.

Skies are...

The Night Before Christmas

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack....