In the bleak mid-winter, frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone.
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, in the bleak mid-winter long ago.
What can I give Him, poor as I am? If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part; Yet what can I give Him: give my heart.
Oscar, our thoughts are with you this Christmas.
So many people care about you.
Jeff and Kath,