Silent night, holy night. Everything sleeps. Only the trusting (or "trustworthy" or even "avowed"), highly-blessed couple wake - lovely little boy with curly hair. Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly peace.
As a child I thought we were singing "Hol der Knabe ..." which means "get the boy." Ah, lovely child hood!
A sweet, delicate and heavenly peace to all!
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