Oh, little town of Bethlehem. How still we see thee lie. Above thy deep and dreamless. Sleep the silent stars go by. Yet in they dark streets shineth. The everlasting light. The hopes and fears
Dashing through the snow. In a one-horse open sleigh. Through the fields we go. Laughing all the way. . Bells on bob-tail ring. Making spirits bright. What fun it is to ride and sing. A
