Reflections on modern culture, America, the progress of reason and freedom, and on any other subject of interest to me.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Renee Olstead - Merry Christmas In Love
Merry Christmas in Love
Lyrics by Marva Jan Marrow, music by Tony Renis, performed by Rene Olstead
Things that tremble tingle like a bubble full of rainbows . . . then crack Sizzle, sing and whisper, when the shadows lace the moonlight with black Things with silver linings, sparkling tinsel, twinkle shining with . . . Waving wispy willow wings that breathe a song of Christmastime dreams . . .
Things that glow and glisten, eyes of children when they listen . . . then burst Things that touch the wistful wish of watching someone else succeed first Days that dingle dangle with a million parts untangle to Satin stars that spangle and those Christmas bells that clangle out . . . dreams . .
I'm dreaming of Christmas To you, Merry Christmas
Dreaming . . . of a Merry Christmas To you, Merry Christmas
Galloping and gliding, Santa Claus' sleigh we're riding and Bringing joyful tidings to the dreamers who are lying below . . .
I'm talking of daydreams Wishes and moonbeams
Then I tremble tingle like a bubble full of rainbows and light When you came to wake me and to wish me Merry Christmas in love . . .
Christmas in love . . .
I can tremble tingle like a bubble full of rainbows and light When you came to wake me and to wish me Merry Christmas in love . . .
The views expressed on Edelweiss are my own, and do not represent an official position of Objectivism or of Ayn Rand. I recommend Ayn Rand's writings to learn about her philosophy first hand. You will be amply rewarded for your efforts.
"Edelweiss, edelweiss, Every morning you greet me. Small and white, Clean and bright, You look happy to meet me. Blossom of snow May you bloom and grow, Bloom and grow forever. Edelweiss, edelweiss, Bless my homeland forever."
"It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace--but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!" Patrick Henry, 1775