Poem by Herbling David, Kenya Music by Carsten Trotzkowski, Germany “We pray that it will be Christmas Always; that Christ may be born in our hearts everyday; that the spirit of giving may abound in our day to day life; that the cheer of Christmas shall be with us everyday.”
Then how, my friend, can love be measured? / It is not compared by distance, quantity, or volume. / It cannot be confined from the ends of the earth to the centre of the sun,
I look to the ground. Here she comes. / A teacher I know well. / I didn’t feel like talking then; / There wasn’t much to tell.