We had a new Christmas song in choir practice tonight: “In Bethlehem a Babe Was Born,” by Barbara Mays. It’s not at all bad for a hymn from the 1980s, which was a pit of despair as far as sacred music is concerned. IMHO. Mays was born in 1944, and apart from that is a mystery. Maybe we could find her on Facebook. The harmony was written by John Weaver, a famous organist who is described in the Hymnary.org database as the “harmonizer” for the song.

I hadn’t heard this term before, but it’s a fun one.

Here are the lyrics:

1. In Bethlehem a Babe was born
With love enough for all.
While kingdoms slept, the Lord came down
To grace a manger stall.
And with a glorious light
Angels appeared that night,
Singing, “Come, come, Christ is born!
Come, come, world forlorn.
The Child of peace and sacrifice is waiting to be found.”

2. Royalty and shepherds came
To worship from afar,
Guided through the long cold night
By one persistent star.
As each beheld the Son,
Strangers became as one,
Singing, “Come, come, Christ is born!
Come, come, world forlorn.
The Child of peace and sacrifice is waiting to be found.”

3. The mystery of Bethlehem
Was long ago, they say,
But, miracle of miracles,
The Baby lives today
In each new heart that hears
Love coming through the years,
Singing, “Come, come, Christ is born!
Come, come, world forlorn.
The Child of peace and sacrifice is waiting to be found.”

We’re waiting for #2 daughter to arrive.

At that point, I’d like to be able to plan on revelry unbounded till New Year, but actually I have a good deal more work to do. #1 son is being a pill, my husband is watching reality shows and cleaning out the garage (good) with much swearing and carrying on (bad), and #1 daughter is at her place working. So I guess we are on the verge of celebration but not quite there.

We have lots of presents under the tree and most of the food for Christmas Eve arranged. In between now and then we have an office party and I need to feed everyone and we just need to keep from running out of funds or energy.

I need a hair cut, but that probably won’t happen.