Merry Christmas!

It’s Christ­mas Eve and I’m off to bed, so have a mer­ry Christ­mas. The well-known words of Isaac Watts express my sen­ti­ments best:

Joy to the world! the Lord is come:
let earth receive her King;
let every heart pre­pare him room,
and heav­en and nature sing,
and heav­en and nature sing,
and heav­en, and heav­en and nature sing.

Joy to the world! the Sav­ior reigns;
let us our songs employ,
while fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
repeat the sound­ing joy,
repeat the sound­ing joy,
repeat, repeat the sound­ing joy.

No more let sins and sor­rows grow,
nor thorns infest the ground;
he comes to make his bless­ings flow
far as the curse is found,
far as the curse is found,
far as, far as the curse is found.

He rules the world with truth and grace,
and makes the nations prove
the glo­ries of his right­eous­ness,
and won­ders of his love,
and won­ders of his love,
and won­ders, won­ders of his love.

Now I’m off to have visions of sug­arplums dance in my head.