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PAGE 8, WEDNE-SDAY, DECEMI3ER 17, 1980, "CHRISTMAS SUPPLEMENT". WHITBY FREE PRESS ONE SOLITARY LIFE He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. He grew up in another village, where He worked in a carpenter shop until He was thirty. Then, for three years, He was an itinerant preacher. He neyer wrote a book. He neyer held aii office. He neyer had a family or owned a home. He didn't go to college. He neyer visited a big city. He'neyer traveled two hundred miles from the place where - -He was borti. He did none of the things that usually accom- pany greatness. He had no credentials but Himself.Hc was only thirty-three when the tide of public opinion turned against Him. His friends ran away. One of thern denied Him. He was turned over to His enemies and went through the mockery of a trial. He was nailed to a cross betwecn two thieves. While He was dying, His executioners gambled for His garments, the only property He had on earth. When He was dead, He was laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend. Nineteen centuries have corne and gone, and to- day He is the central figure of the human race. Ail the ar- mies that ever marched, ail the navies that ever sailed, ail the parliaments that ever sat, ail the kings that ever reigned, 'z5~'put together, have not affected the hUfe oU man on this earth as mnuch as that one solitary life. SHOPS 'j The holly and the ivy, Now both are fui! weil grown, 0f ail the trees that are in the wood, The holly bears the crown. Refrain O the rising of the Sun, The running of the deer, The playing of the merry organ, Sweet singing in the quire, Sweet singing in the quire. The holly bears a blossom As white as lily flow 'r: And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, To be our sweet Savior. (0 (1$trttma5 Qrut (0 oeautneutaum) O.Chrîstmas Tree, 0 Christmas Tree! Thy leaves so unchanging; Not only green when summner's here, But also when 'tis cold and *drear. O Christmas Tree! O Christmar, Tree! Thy leaves are so unchanging. O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree! Much pleasure thou can'st give me; HoW often has the Christmias tree, Afforded me the greatest glee! 0 Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree! Much pleasure thou can'st give me. O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree! Thy candies shine so brightly! From base to sumrmit gay and bright, There's only splendor for the sight. O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree! Thy candies shine so brightly. O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree! How, richly God has decked thee! Thou bidst us true and faithful be, And trust in God unchangingly. O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree! How richly God has decked thee. Jolly old Saint Nicholas, Lean your car this way! Don't you tell a single soul, What I'm going to say; Christmas Eve is coming soon; Now, you dear old man; Whisper what you'll bring to me; Tell me if you can. When the clock is striking twelve, When IPm fast asleep, Down the chimney broad and black, With your pack you'll creep; Ail the stockings you will find, Hanging in a row; Mine will be the shortist one, You'Il be sure to know. Johnny wants a pair of skates; Susy wants a sled; Nellie wants a picture book, Yeilow, blue and red; Now I think PHi leave to you, What to give the rest; Choose for me, dear Santa Claus, You will know the best. 1 E