As an old curmudgeon I remember that this time of year meant peace and goodwill to all. This was the time that children learned about babies born in mangers and 3 wise men offering gifts. We used to sing or listen to carols and hymns.
I’m not a Christian any more in a strict sense. I do remember hearing this sung once at midnight mass by one unaccompanied priest and I swear the hairs on my neck stood up. It still brings a lump to my throat when it is done well.
Nollaig Shona Daoibh agus Beannachtai an Bhlian Nua.
Greater Love Than This Hath No Man
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