Just a typical holiday for the black and hispanic malcontents who will break into fist fights over hundred dollar tv sets and tupperware containers. Yes it’s Christmas time and the glorious tradition when our animal invaders unleash more horror on a christian event that they cannot grasp or understand. Nor do they have the frontal lobe development for concepts like spirituality and soul and faith and devotion to even raise an eyebrow and the sad little boy raping catholic church anxious to refill it’s now white emptied pews looks on and encourages more immigration of these lesser humans to have a pretense of a working religion in America.

As a teen we used to go out in thirty below zero and carol. Groups of five to twenty friends would practice, rehearse and sing perfect harmonies and then when the big day drew near, go door to door among the WHITE neighbors. After singing we would get invited in and there would be huge long folding tables full of hundreds literally hundreds of cookies and confections. We drank egg nog (the older ones with a dash of rum) and laughed and were joyous as we realized both christ’s birth and message and our own faith, the faith of good neighbors. There were no hundred dollar television sets and wallmart imbrolios no in fact many years we got no presents at all. But christmas was still christmas with the long iciscles hanging and the deep snow and dark days, the beautiful lights.

Last year not one caroler came to my door. My daughter saw a post card of carolers and asked daddy what is this? What are they doing? I had to explain that in my day the streets were so safe that people would sing for each other and people would let into their house large groups of complete strangers and hug them and treat them just as if they were family returning after a long absence. Then section 8 housing was passed and blacks and hispanics moved in, they would knock on doors and shoot people, steal their tvs and soon all the doors were locked. But we still sang carols and some of the old standbys who knew us would let us in, hurrying us inside to be safe from the dangers now abounding in a once free white society.

I told here of the delicious chocolate rum balls with real rum that made my nose turn red after a long day caroling. Maybe it was just the cold but I liked to think it was the rum and how I had been touched by a bit of the spirit of Santa Claus. I taught her how to let out a huge resounding “GLOOOOO OH OH OH OH OHHHHH OH OH OH OH OHHHHHH RIOUS!” and other favorite songs. How to sing “Oh Christmas tree” in four parts. My daughter smiled. “I want to do that too” she squeaked. So do I, I thought. So do I.

The hymn begins with the words that the angels sang when the birth of Christ was announced to shepherds in Luke 2:14.

The Latin translation is traditionally attributed to Saint Hilary of Poitiers (c. 300–368), who may have learned it while in the East (359–360).[3] The Vulgate Latin translation of the Bible was commissioned only in 382.[4] The Latin hymn thus uses the word excelsis to translate the Greek word ὑψίστοις (the highest) in Luke 2:14, not the word altissimis, which Saint Jerome preferred for his translation. Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to people of good will. We praise you, we bless you, we adore you, we glorify you, we give you thanks for your great glory, Lord God, heavenly King, O God, almighty Father. Lord Jesus Christ, Only Begotten Son, Lord God, Lamb of God, Son of the Father, you take away the sins of the world, have mercy on us; you take away the sins of the world, receive our prayer. you are seated at the right hand of the Father, have mercy on us. For you alone are the Holy One, you alone are the Lord, you alone are the Most High, Jesus Christ, with the Holy Spirit, in the glory of God the Father. Amen.

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