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Newsflash:
"Stranger times have never been
As humanity battles forces as yet unseen..
Not just those things beyond our eyes
But hidden troubles that wrestle for our lives.." 
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Hark the Herald Angels Sing
Glory to the New Born King 

So what has changed?
To make our lives so wonkey 
Christmas used to be simple..
Two people.. A donkey.
It's like we have seen the right door to walk-through
But been given the "wrong-key" 

So, let me explain, as this 2000 year old  story we're about to hear
Is not really so different from the one *we* have.. here.. 

Hark the Herald Angels Sing
Glory to the New Born King 

As angelic hosts PROCLAIM
The visiting Saviour's arrival.. by NAME;
For Mary and Joseph, that fated pair,
Their world was flipped over
As that baby descended from heaven..
Into their CARE. 

You see in those days there were forces
Of evil at play
And the baby, called Jesus, was 'not welcome' let's say
For power struggles happen
And they have from the start
The prize for the victor: 
every human heart. 

And now back to our story I"ll try not to DIGRESS,
Of how the king of THAT time, on hearing the news found distress
At the baby's arrival,
He was angry and cross and bemused: 

"What's this I am hearing; a new baby, a king?! But I rule the people! This cannot be a thing." 

Hark the Herald Angels Sing
Glory to the New Born King 

And as Herod stamped his feet, all red faced, and ranted
A new season was beginning 
A seed.
Heavenly planted. 

As Angels SANG  SONGS 
That would outlast the LIES 
And heavenly LIGHTS lit
The darkest of SKIES
From the womb of a woman,
So precious and HOLY,
Came a new type of light
For the people.  To show ME
And YOU
That there's HOPE in the TURBULENT world that we LIVE IN.
There's a BRIGHTness for SHADOWS 
Lighting all that is HIDDEN 

And even TODAY as you listen to this
In our digital world 
With our digital friends, and digital family we miss.. 

There *is* HOPE even though those digi- dogs BARK
And the King of *OUR* land
Is the world in our pocket
Or device in our hand 
Maybe it's time for a new LIGHT in the dark..
And maybe we listen to the angels who Hark.. 

Hark the Herald Angels Sing
Glory to the New Born King 

For this strangest of Christmases 
I PRAY for you  this..
You will find PEACE in THIS story 
And the glorious JOY of that heavenly KISS
And the people you love, ALL the ones that you MISS
Will feel *cl-oser* than *evver*. 
Not once, twice but.. thriss (lol) 

May laughter and hope LIGHT the way that you TREAD
May Peace be the Pillow that comforts your HEAD
May CLARITY give your eyes back their TRUE sparkle. 
May your STORY and SONG.. Fill your VOICE 
Like this Hark will.. 

Hark the Herald Angels Sing
Glory to the New Born King 

May you LISTEN to only the positive NOTES
May the words that you speak overshadow the DON'TS 
May the wonder of FREEDOM be your best friend.
May the love of CREATION help you care till the end
And no matter how feeble, like that baby, you feel
May Angels' protection.. be part of the deal 

Hark the Herald Angels Sing
Glory to the New Born King 

May You find time to recover, restore and RE-HEAL
For the story begins when we quietly KNEEL
And there's this thing called Glory
That no person can STEAL..

Hark the Herald Angels Sing
Glory to the New Born King 

So finally, this.. 

Have fun. Be a joy. Dance like never BEFORE 
Let your heart's LOVE be open
Like a welcoming DOOR..
Take our blessing with you.
Allow TIME to reflect on what's NOBLE and TRUE.
May the Christ-light of Christ-mas be REFLECTED
 in you.
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