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| Left: Henry. Right: Al |
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| Henry holding Gypsy |
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| Henry holding Gypsy, Golda |
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| Dad and Mom |
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| Me, Pawny (with bug in his lap), ddpuppies; circa 1966 See amid the winter's snow, Born for us on earth below, See the tender Lamb appears, Promised from eternal years. [Chorus:] Hail, thou ever-blessed morn! Hail, redemption's happy dawn! Sing through all Jerusalem, Christ is born in Bethlehem. Lo, within a manger lies He who built the starry skies |
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| Happy Holiday Happy holiday, happy holiday While the merry bells keep ringing May your ev'ry wish come true Happy holiday, happy holiday May the calendar keep bringing Happy holidays to you |
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| And it came to pass on a Christmas evening While all the doors were shuttered tight Outside standing, lonely boy-child Cold and shivering in the night On the street, every window Save but one, was gleaming bright And to this window walked the boy-child Peeking in saw, candle light Through other windows he had looked at turkeys Ducks and geese, cherry pies But through this window saw a grey-haired lady Table bare and tears in her eyes Into his coat reached the boy-child Knowing well there was little there He took from his pocket, His own Christmas dinner A bit of cheese, some bread to share His outstretched hands Held the food and they trembled As the door, it opened wide Said he, Would you share with me Christmas dinner Gently said she, Come inside The grey-haired lady brought forth to the table Glasses two and her last drop of wine Said she, Here's a toast to everyone's Christmas And especially, yours and mine And it came to pass on that Christmas evening While all the doors were shuttered tight That in that town, the happiest Christmas Was shared by candle light (Paul Stookey, 1963) |
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| 'twas the night before christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that st. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her 'kerchief, and i in my cap, Had just settled down for a long winter's nap, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window i flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be st. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; "now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer, and vixen! On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Dunder and blixem! To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all! " As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys, and st. Nicholas too. And then, in a twinkling, i heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As i drew in my hand, and was turning around, Down the chimney st. Nicholas came with a bound. 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. His eyes -- how they twinkled! His dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And i laughed when i saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know i had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But i heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, "happy christmas to all, and to all a good-night! " |
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| Feel the cold wind blowing-winter's coming on 'Tis the season, so they say If you need help believing 'cause your spirit ain't Too strong Hold my hand - we'll push that cloud away Put a little holiday in your heart It'll put a little shuffle in your step Give you a song that you can sing With a melody you can't forget And if you wanna join in a little harmony To keep the world from tearin' apart Well you know where to look Yeah - you gotta put a little holiday in your heart There's a man on the corner who doesn't have a name People pass and turn their heads away But to share a simple kindness would set there heart aflame And you'll get more than you'll ever give away. Put a little holiday in your heart It'll put a little shuffle in your step Give you a song that you can sing With a melody you can't forget And if you wanna join in a little harmony To keep the world from tearin' apart Well you know where to look Yeah - you gotta put a little holiday in your heart It starts with you, it starts with me This ain't no stranger, he's family and it don't Matter if we agree It all comes down to love Put a little holiday in your heart It'll put a little shuffle in your step Give you a song that you can sing With a melody you can't forget And if you wanna join in a little harmony To keep the world from tearin' apart Well you know where to look Yeah - you gotta put a little holiday in your heart |
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| Santa looked like the Cat Or the Cat looked like him. It's not the way I had him pictured, Santa was a' much too thin. He didn't come down the chimney, So Pan must have let him in. Santa looked a lot like the Cat Or the Cat looked a lot like him. Well, he thought I was fast a' sleepin', He thought that I was tucked in bed. He never thought I'd come a' peepin', Or that I'd hear what was said. Santa put his paw around Pan, And Pan put his arm around the Cat. So if Santa Claus ain't the Cat, Then I'm a gonna tell on them. [Chorus:] Santa looked like the Cat, Or the Cat looked like him. It's not the way I had him pictured, Santa was a' much too thin. He didn't come down the chimney, So Pan must have let him in. Santa looked a lot like the Cat Or the Cat looked a lot like him. I never saw Dancer or Prancer, I never heard the sleigh bells ring. An' I never saw the Red Nosed reindeer, Like they show on the TV screen. But he sure brought a lot of Screams, So Santa Claus, he must have been. And Santa looked a lot like the Cat Or the Cat looked a lot like him. |
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| O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum Wie treu sind deine Blatter! O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum Wie treu sind deine Blatter! Du grunst nicht nur zur Sommerzeit, Nein, auch im Winter, wenn es schneit. O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum Wie treu sind deine Blatter! O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum Du kannst mir sehr gefallen! O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum Du kannst mir sehr gefallen! Wie oft hat nicht zur Weihnachtszeit Ein Baum von dir mich hoch erfreut! O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum Du kannst mir sehr gefallen! O Tannembaum, O Tannenbaum Du kannst mir sehr gefallen! |
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| Beautiful Star of Bethlehem Shining afar through shadows dim Giving the light to those who long have gone Guiding the Wise Men on their way Unto the place where Jesus lay Beautiful Star of Bethlehem, shine on Oh Beautiful Star (Beautiful, Beautiful Star) Of Bethlehem (Star of Bethlehem) Shine upon us until the glory dawns Give us the light to light the way Unto the land of perfect day Beautiful Star of Bethlehem, shine on Beautiful Star the hope of light Guiding the pilgrims through the night Over the mountains 'til the break of dawn Into the light of perfect day It will give out a lovely ray Beautiful Star of Bethlehem, shine on Oh Beautiful Star (Beautiful, Beautiful Star) Of Bethlehem (Star of Bethlehem) Shine upon us until the glory dawns Give us the light to light the way Unto the land of perfect day Beautiful Star of Bethlehem, shine on Beautiful Star the hope of rest For the redeemed, the good and the blessed Yonder in glory when the crown is won Jesus is now that star divine Brighter and brighter He will shine Beautiful Star of Bethlehem, shine on Oh Beautiful Star (Beautiful, Beautiful Star) Of Bethlehem (Star of Bethlehem) Shine upon us until the glory dawns Give us the light to light the way Unto the land of perfect day Beautiful Star of Bethlehem, shine on |
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| You better watch out You better not cry Better not pout I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town He's making a list And checking it twice; Gonna find out Who's naughty and nice Santa Claus is coming to town He sees you when you're sleeping He knows when you're awake He knows if you've been bad or good So be good for goodness sake! O! You better watch out! You better not cry Better not pout I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town Santa Claus is coming to town |
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| Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing over the plains And the mountains in reply, Echoing their joyous strains. Glo-ori-a In excelsis de-o Glo-ori-a In excelsis de-o Shepherds, why this Jubilee? Why your joyous strains prolong? What the gladsome tidings be Which inspire your heavenly song? Glo-ori-a In excelsis de-o Glo-ori-a In excelsis de-o Come to Bethlehem and see Him whose birth the angels sing (French carol, ca. 1862) |
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| I believe in Santa Claus I believe in Santa Claus I believe there's always hope when all seems lost I believe in Santa Claus I believe in Santa Claus, I'll tell you why I do 'Cause I believe that dreams and plans and wishes can come true I believe in miracles, I believe in magic too I believe in Santa Claus and I believe in you I believe in family in country and is smiles I believe in turning negatives to positives in life I believe in lookin' farther up the farther down we get I believe when someone hurts we should forgive and forget And I believe in Santa Claus I believe in Santa Claus I believe love should prevail at any cost And I believe in Santa Claus I believe in saying what you mean and meaning what you say I believe a better attitude can make a better way I believe in viewing life as a journey that we're on And lookin' at our troubles as another stepping stone And I believe that everthing in life is what it's meant to be I believe there is a God somewhere although He's hard to see I believe I am so therefore I should do all that I can To be a better piece in the puzzle of God's plan And I believe in Santa Claus I believe in Santa Claus I believe there's always hope when all seems lost I believe In Santa Claus Let the little children sing I believe in Santa Claus I believe in Santa Claus I believe in Santa Claus And I believe in Santa Claus Let the whole world sing I believe in Santa Claus |
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| Just hear those sleigh bells jingling, Ring ting tingling too Come on, it's lovely weather For a sleigh ride together with you, Outside the snow is falling And friends are calling "Yoo hoo," Come on, it's lovely weather For a sleigh ride together with you. Giddy yap, giddy yap, giddy yap, Let's go, Let's look at the show, We're riding in a wonderland of snow. Giddy yap, giddy yap, giddy yap, It's grand, Just holding your hand, We're gliding along with a song Of a wintry fairy land. Our cheeks are nice and rosy And comfy cozy are we We're snuggled up together Like two birds of a feather would be Let's take that road before us And sing a chorus or two Come on, it's lovely weather For a sleigh ride together with you. There's a birthday party At the home of Farmer Gray It'll be the perfect ending a perfect day We'll be singing the songs We love to sing without a single stop, At the fireplace while we watch The chestnuts pop. Pop! pop! pop! There's a happy feeling Nothing in the world can buy, When they pass around the chocolate And the pumpkin pie It'll nearly be like a picture print By Currier and Ives These wonderful things are the things We remember all through our lives! Just hear those sleigh bells jingling, Ring ting tingling too Come on, it's lovely weather For a sleigh ride together with you, Outside the snow is falling And friends are calling "Yoo hoo," Come on, it's lovely weather For a sleigh ride together with you. Giddy yap, giddy yap, giddy yap, Let's go, Let's look at the show, We're riding in a wonderland of snow. Giddy yap, giddy yap, giddy yap, It's grand, Just holding your hand, We're gliding along with a song Of a wintry fairy land Our cheeks are nice and rosy And comfy cozy are we We're snuggled up together Like two birds of a feather would be Let's take that road before us And sing a chorus or two Come on, it's lovely weather For a sleigh ride together with you (Mitchell Parish, Leroy Anderson, 1948) |
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| Christmas time is here Happiness and cheer Fun for all That children call Their favorite time of year Snowflakes in the air Carols everywhere Olden times And ancient rhymes Of love and dreams to share Sleigh bells in the air Beauty everywhere Yuletide by the fireside And joyful memories there Christmas time is here Families growing near Oh that we could always see Such spirit through the year Sleigh bells in the air Beauty everywhere Yuletide by the fireside And joyful memories there Christmas time is here Families growing near Oh that we could always see Such spirit through the year |
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Westminster Abbey, formally titled the Collegiate Church of St Peter at Westminster, is a large, mainly Gothic, church in the City of Westminster, London, located just to the west of the Palace of Westminster. It is one of the most notable religious buildings in the United Kingdom and is the traditional place of coronation and burial site for English and, later, British monarchs. The abbey is a Royal Peculiar and between 1540 and 1550 had the status of a cathedral.
According to a tradition first reported by Sulcard in about 1080, a church was founded at the site (then known as Thorn Ey (Thorn Island)) in the 7th century, at the time of Mellitus (d. 624), a Bishop of London. Construction of the present church was begun in 1245, on the orders of Henry III.
Since 1066, when Harold Godwinson and William the Conqueror were crowned, the coronations of English and British monarchs have been held here. Since 1100, there have been at least 16 royal weddings at the abbey. Two were of reigning monarchs (Henry I and Richard II), although before 1919 there had been none for some 500 years.~Wikipedia
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Buckingham Palace is the official London residence and principal workplace of the British monarch.[1] Located in the City of Westminster, the palace is a setting for state occasions and royal hospitality. It has been a focus for the British people at times of national rejoicing and crisis.
Originally known as Buckingham House, the building which forms the core of today's palace was a large townhouse built for the Duke of Buckingham in 1705 on a site which had been in private ownership for at least 150 years. It was subsequently acquired by George III in 1761[2] as a private residence for Queen Charlotte, and known as "The Queen's House". During the 19th century it was enlarged, principally by architects John Nash and Edward Blore, forming three wings around a central courtyard. Buckingham Palace finally became the official royal palace of the British monarch on the accession of Queen Victoria in 1837. The last major structural additions were made in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, including the East front, which contains the well-known balcony on which the royal family traditionally congregates to greet crowds outside. However, the palace chapel was destroyed by a German bomb in World War II; the Queen's Gallery was built on the site and opened to the public in 1962 to exhibit works of art from the Royal Collection. ~Wikipedia
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Guards Memorial, Horse Guards Parade Erected in 1926 and dedicated to the five Foot Guards Regiments of the Great War.
To the Glory of God. And in the memory of the Officers, Non-Commissioned Officers and Guardsmen of His Majesty's Regiments of Foot Guards who gave their lives for their King and Country during the Great War 1914-1918 and of the Officers, Non-Commissioned Officers , Men of the Household Cavalry, Royal Regiment of Artillery Corps, Royal Army Medical Corps and other Units while serving the Guard's Division in France and Belgium 1915-1918, fell with them in the fight for the World's Freedom
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