Day: 20/12/2014

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My Favourite Christmas Carols #6 – ‘The First Noel’

The First Noel, the Angels did say
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay
In fields where they lay keeping their sheep
On a cold winter’s night that was so deep.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!

They looked up and saw a star
Shining in the East beyond them far
And to the earth it gave great light
And so it continued both day and night.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!

And by the light of that same star
Three Wise men came from country far
To seek for a King was their intent
And to follow the star wherever it went.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!

This star drew nigh to the northwest
O’er Bethlehem it took its rest
And there it did both Pause and stay
Right o’er the place where Jesus lay.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!

Then entered in those Wise men three
Full reverently upon their knee
And offered there in His presence
Their gold and myrrh and frankincense.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!

Then let us all with one accord
Sing praises to our heavenly Lord
That hath made Heaven and earth of nought
And with his blood mankind has bought.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!

Prisoner 1225

This flash fiction short story was written on sister blog More Than Dreamt Of for Flash! Friday Weekly Event 3-2.

More Than Dreamt Of

Written for today’s Flash! Friday challenge, prompted by this photograph.

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Prisoner 1225

“So, Friday, four weeks ago?”

Prisoner 1225 anxiously glanced up at the detectives flanking him.

“I don’t remember. You can’t seriously . . . it was four weeks ago!”

“Black Friday. Witnesses saw a man fitting your description inciting the violence and looting that night.”

The prisoner began to feel uncomfortably warm in his thick red coat, and nervously tended his cascading white beard.

“What about the early hours of the 25th?”

” I was . . . working . . . Making deliveries.”

“Enough. Book him – Santa Claus. a.k.a. Father Christmas: accomplice to the theft of the true meaning of Christmas. You’ll be tried for crimes against humanity.”

“But . . .”

“You’ve got one certain hope. Just confess, testify, and the D.A. will see the Judge forgives you.”

“If I don’t?”

“Life. No parole.”

“Ok…

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