And now the sacred season comes; pine boughs hang heavy with the snow. Holly brightens the winter scene and mistletoe hints at a more ancient celebration. Candles light the frosty windows -- weary travelers hurry home. On this most holy night a babe was born (witnessed by a star) -- bearing the angel's adoration. Lo, the baby is sleeping; Alleluia, the angels are singing. Peace on earth, peace on earth! And now the sacred season comes...