Filkmas Carol
Me, dammit. Nobody else is gonna claim this! ;)

Erika, bitter as the years pass by
Mourning the true love who set her aside
Heartbroken, wounded, drifting through life
Certain that noone would make her a wife
Certain that noone would make her a wife

Career deflated, her star on the wane
She knew that she shouldn't really complain
Living quietly in a tiny flat
Nothing right now to be done about that
Nothing right now to be done about that

Ground by the gears of her fortune and fame
Hoping that people would forget her name
Loathing the spotlight, having had her fill
But the otaku, they do love her still
But the otaku, they do love her still

Work at MegaGamers, dressed to the nines
A storm is gath'ring, she can't see the signs
Silence the voices and deny her art
Tenacious fanboys will re-break her heart
Tenacious fanboys will re-break her heart

New friends, two strangers, come into her life
Awake'ning the power that once gave her life
Found a way back to the world she once knew
Waits to see where this worn path will lead to
Waits to see where this worn path will lead to

Christmas Carol
Michael Joncas

Stars flung like diamonds against the night sky
Bethlehem sleeping as evening sails by
Silent as sunrise caressing the earth
Deep in the silence a Child comes to birth
Deep in the silence a Child comes to birth.

Just one of many born lowly and poor
Prey for the hunger that waits at the door
Born in a stable where strangers must lie
A poor son of Adam, born but to die
A poor son of Adam, born but to die.

Born by the Power that comes from above
Born in our flesh, to give flesh to God's love
Light for the blind, life for the dead
Broken for us as the famished break bread
Broken for us as the famished break bread

What shall we call Him, this Child of our dreams
Israel's beacon through many dim years
The Promise of ages, the long-awaited dawn
The future we cherish in God's only Son
The future we cherish in God's only Son
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Here where our hatred comes to an end
Here where the stranger is brother and friend
No longer abandoned by nation or race
Here is our midst we touch God's human face
Here is our midst we touch God's human face

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