 Wildcat Canyon/Tilden hills December 2021. photo by MW I'm dreaming of a Green Christmas, Just like the ones I used to know. Where the lemon bush glistened, And we all listened to hear Raindrops fall below. I'm dreaming of a Green Christmas With every Christmas card I write. May your days be merry and bright And may we have rain every night. |  View of SF from Berkeley Hills, December 2021, photo by MW. O, Holy Night, the stars are brightly shining, It is the night of our dear Savior's birth. Long lay the Earth in sin and error pining, Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices, For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn. Fall on your knees, oh hear the angel voices, O night divine, oh night when Christ was born. O night divine, o holy night divine. |
 photo from Flikr via Weebly. May not be used or altered. | In the Bleak Midwinter Frosty wind made moan. Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone. Snow had fallen, Snow on snow, Snow on snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long, long ago. |