the night before Christmas,
and all through GOD's house...
...there were sisters on ladders, and on top of the house.
The wreaths were all hung with the greatest of care,
and lights strung abundantly, their glory to share.
When what to my
wandering eyes should appear,
but a Monastery Coordinator on our roof without fear!
The tree was adorned by Sister Henry Marie,the lower half left to our Sister M.P.
Tonight we will bless,
it's branches and bows.
We'll open our presents
as the fake fire glows.
We'll dress for the Babe
who is coming this night.
We'll light all the candles
and wait for His light.
We'll take up the the flute and together we'll sing
of God's most gracious gift - the small King of kings.
To those dear to this household - our oblates and friends -
may this night bring you peace and a joy without end.
