Long lay the world in sin and error pining, 'til he appeared and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope! This weary world rejoices, for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn. Fall on your knees and hear the angels' voices. Oh, night divine, when Christ was born.
This may very well be the most important week of my life: for my career, for my education, and for my family; which is all well and good, but the fact of the matter is I still don't have a Christmas tree.