We sang the glad songs of redemption, how Jesus to Bethlehem came, and how they called His name--Jesus, that all might be saved by His Name. We sang again once with the angels, the message they sang that blest morn, when Shepherds first heard the glad story, that Jesus, the Savior was born.

O, dear ones, I wish you had been there, No Christmas on earth could compare, with all the rapture and glory we witnessed in Heaven so fair. You know how I always loved Christmas it seemed such a wonderful day with all my loved ones around me, the childern so happy and gay.