Merry Christmas from Klockargården

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.

Follow the link to our Christmas gift this season;
A song with a rhyme and certainly, with reason,
a song that surprised us all by its joy
composed by our own little drummer boy,
and sung by his mother, it’s precious, it is fair
as the crystals of the dancing snowflakes through the air.
With this gift we do hope you will all heed the call
from the bells of our lovely Klockaregård
and give to the world from your most precious part
more precious than gold; your own open heart!

http ://dl.dropbox.com/u/21319224/11%20A%20Christmas%20Carol.mp3

Merry Christmas to all of you from all of us at Klockargården!

Anders, Jennifer, Ralph, Gabriel and Johanna

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