The First Noel
The first Noel the angel did say
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay;
In fields where they lay tending their sheep,
On a cold winter’s night that was so deep.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.
They lookèd up and saw a star
Shining in the east, beyond them far;
And to the earth it gave great light,
And so it continued both day and night.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.
And by the light of that same star
Three Wise Men came from country far;
To seek for a King was their intent,
And to follow the star wherever it went.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.
This star drew nigh to the northwest,
Over Bethlehem it took its rest;
And there it did both stop and stay,
Right over the place where Jesus lay.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.
Then entered in those Wise Men three,
Full reverently upon the knee,
And offered there, in His presence,
Their gold and myrrh and frankincense.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.
We Make History
Proudly Presented
Our 10th Annual
Victorian Christmas Ball
November 27th, 2010 Mesa, Arizona
The Victorians certainly loved Christmas and so do we!
The joyful family of We Make History celebrated this wonderful season of the Birth of Our Saviour in the old Victorian style with dancing, gifts, caroling and plenty of good cheer for all!
To the Entire We Make History Family
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Art & Photographs
Christmas Letters
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Anybody who warned of Confederates bearing gifts never met me at the
Victorian Christmas Ball. Slung around my shoulders is a haversack full
of cards written out to every family I can remember who touched my life in
some way during the past year. The process is like a rosary, counting
blessings and prayers in ink before the signature.
I flirted with the idea of coming in my kilt -- my Stewart tartan has a
better Christmas look and feel. Yet I know I'll be summoned to take part in
the annual 1st
Virginia Christmas skit, which requires the proper attire. One must
sacrifice. And yet the gray wool doesn't reflect the joy of the season or
the light which I long to be.
Coffee has lifted my energy, but man doesn't live by Folger's alone. It
takes something more to dance every number on the card: "House Of
Burgesses," "Chase The Squirrel," "The Road To Edinburgh," "The Cookie
Dance," "The Candy Cane Dance," a Virginia Reel and then another Virginia
Reel... thirty... minutes... long.
"It's the hardest dance I've ever done," my friend and partner Madame Noire
observes. She cannot believe my stamina. I can hardly stand at times, but I
will endure.
"There are harder dances," I point out.
"All the hoopskirts," she notes. She is fascinated by how the Victorian
ladies carry themselves so well through so much liveliness and still stay so
beautiful.
Great joy, true joy, comes from above... and from a few lively dances, dear
words to dear friends, and the warmth of all of us caroling together.
"Silent night... Holy night... "
"Take a look at all the people around you," our host says, "and remember
this moment."
Pvt. Francis
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