IS ANYONE LISTENING?

Ok I'm overdoing a little today. OK maybe a lot. But you manage to get on a roll these days you got with it. It's been awhile since I made our own Christmas cards. And I did it on a Mac. Not exactly compatible with a PC about two decades older than the long gone Blueberry IMac. 

So, I'm not sure if I paired Do You Hear What I Hear with this card front. If I did it was before I learned the story behind the Carol. When you reach a certain age, the sparkly lights and tinsel don't sparkle quite the sparkle theway they used to. And I believe I will stop right there. I believe a cat petting session is due right about now since I don't drink. (sometimes I wish I did)

DO YOU HEAR WHAT I HEAR

Said the night wind to the little lamb,
Do you see what I see
Way up in the sky, little lamb,
Do you see what I see
A star, a star, dancing in the night
With a tail as big as a kite
With a tail as big as a kite

Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy,
Do you hear what I hear
Ringing through the sky, shepherd boy,
Do you hear what I hear.
A song, a song, high above the trees
With a voice as big as the sea
With a voice as big as the sea.

Said the shepherd boy to the mighty king
Do you know what I know
In your palace warm, mighty king,
Do you know what I know
A Child, a Child shivers in the cold
Let us bring Him silver and gold
Let us bring Him silver and gold

Said the king to the people everywhere,
Listen to what I say
Pray for peace, people everywhere!
Listen to what I say
The Child, the Child, sleeping in the night
He will bring us goodness and light
He will bring us goodness and light

The piece was written by Noel Regney and his wife Gloria Shayne in 1962. 1962, the same year as the Cuban Missile Crisis. I’m not sure how close we actually came to pushing that first and final button but this carol was their answer. A plaintive call for peace. If those missiles had been launched there would have been no one left for the night winds to tell their secrets to. The trees would have been charred skeletons. Branches lifted to ash filled skies in final a futile prayer for their lives. The songs of seabirds and waves silenced. All that would have been left were the stars shining down on a world with no one from kings to shepherd boys left to see them.

IS