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

Comments

Åke Edvinsson, 60 år

Det går nog knappt en dag utan att jag tänker i tacksamhet på dig, Åke. Alla minnen som vi delat under årens lopp blir man ju ständigt påmind om genom gamla sånger och sammanhang, människor och miljöer som poppar upp litet här och där, litet nu och då. Häromdagen slogs jag av en lust att hålla ett tacktal till dig för allt du betytt för mig, men antog att det är väl något jag kommer att skjuta upp tills din begravning - om nu inte du kommer att sjunga på min dessförinnan. Men varför vänta till dess, tänkte jag sen? Det är så dags då, nej låt mig få uttrycka detta nu! Och så vaknar jag idag och ser att du fyller 60 år! Detta är mitt tillfälle, att få skriva ett helt oförblommerat tacktal till en underbar människa som nog betytt mer för mig - och för många andra - än någon annan utanför den innersta familjekretsen! Den första gång jag såg dig var den första gång jag hörde dig; i barnkören som repade i kyrkskolan under fröken Gun Anderssons ledning. Och vi fortsatte s

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