Gladsome Ditty

Gladsome ditty, find my lost audacity; a sad voice can become happy among the gleaming lights of festivity! Faces, with that aura of the good tidings, give testimony and dimension to their sacred hymns; the daughters and sons of the Nation, join in the Yule-tide jolly celebration! In the days of old, Christmas dazzled with simplicity; the Child Jesus was so adored, today many doubt His divinity! Gladsome ditty, make the sunset's hues invite a star so solitary; and after darkness is complete and groovy, let it land in my palm and bring to Him joyfully! Illuminate, o radiant star, His humble place needing the presence of light and stupefy the exulting angels guarding his sight! And isn't this King deserving of a golden crown? Gladsome ditty, sound glorious and jubilant; He is born to justify our fault, to remind us of a forgotten humility! Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci