Christmond was ever the holiest month, filled with wonder and glory. Who among us does not weep to remember the wreaths and candles, the singing and the cradles in the snow?

Our children do not! For them, Christmond is still holy, and they burn the Tannen needles with their candles, they cleanse the house with its aromatic incense and their fresh ungrieving piety! Let them cleanse your soul of grief too, with the memories of Tannenbaum burning!

Just watch for fires, have a pail of water ready, for the grass is now drying and the sun cruel.

Hearken to me, my children: Christmond there and here is temporary! Among us will be born the Saviour, and among us will be a new Maria and a new Joseph! Will you know Him? Will you be with Him for the Time out of Time?