Knights of the Pain Table

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The Bird’s Christmas Carol – Chapter 1 Pt. 2– A Little Snow Bird – A Christmas Story

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A Little Snow Bird Part 2

Carol joyfully,
Carol the good tidings,

Suddenly a sound of music poured out into the bright air anddrifted into the chamber. It was the boy-choir singing Christmasanthems. Higher and higher rose the clear, fresh voices, full ofhope and cheer, as children’s voices always are. Fuller andfuller grew the burst of melody as one glad strain fell uponanother in joyful harmony:

“Carol, brothers, carol,
Carol joyfully,
Carol the good tidings,
Carol merrily!
And pray a gladsome Christmas
For all your fellow-men;
Carol, brothers, carol,
Christmas Day again.”


One verse followed another always with the sameglad refrain

: “And pray a gladsome Christmas
For all your fellow-men:
Carol, brothers, carol,
Christmas Day again.”

Mrs. Bird thought, as the music floated in upon her gentle sleep,that she had slipped into heaven with her new baby, and that theangels were bidding them welcome. But the tiny bundle by herside stirred a little, and though it was scarcely more than theruffling of a feather, she awoke; for the mother-ear is so closeto the heart that it can hear the faintest whisper of a child. She opened her eyes and drew the baby closer. It looked like arose dipped in milk, she thought, this pink and white blossom ofgirlhood, or like a pink cherub, with its halo of pale yellowhair, finer than floss silk. “Carol, brothers, carol,

Carol merrily!”

The voices were brimming over with joy. “Why, my baby,” whispered Mrs. Bird in soft surprise, “I hadforgotten what day it was. You are a little Christmas child, andwe will name you ‘Carol’–mother’s little Christmas Carol!” “What!” said Mr. Bird, coming in softly and closingthe door behind him.

“Why, Donald, don’t you think ‘Carol’ is a sweet name for aChristmas baby? It came to me just a moment ago in the singingas I was lying here half asleep and half awake.” “I think it is a charming name, dear heart, and that it soundsjust like you, and I hope that, being a girl, this baby has somechance of being as lovely as her mother,” at which speech fromthe baby’s papa, Mrs. Bird, though she was as weak and tired asshe could be, blushed with happiness. And so Carol came by her name.

Of course, it was thought foolish by many people, though UncleJack declared laughingly that it was very strange if a wholefamily of Birds could not be indulged in a single Carol; andGrandma, who adored the child, thought the name much moreappropriate than Lucy, but was glad that people would probablythink it short for Caroline.

Perhaps because she was born in holiday time,    Carol was a veryhappy baby. Of course, she was too tiny to understand the joy ofChristmas-tide, but people say there is everything in a goodbeginning, and she may have breathed-in unconsciously thefragrance of evergreens and holiday dinners; while the peals ofsleigh-bells and the laughter of happy children may have fallenupon her baby ears and wakened in them a glad surprise at themerry world she had come to live in.

Her cheeks and lips were as red as holly berries; her hair wasfor all the world the color of a Christmas candle-flame; her eyeswere bright as stars; her laugh like a chime of Christmas bells,and her tiny hands forever outstretched in giving.

Such a generous little creature you never saw! A spoonful ofbread and milk had always to be taken by Mama or nurse beforeCarol could enjoy her supper; and whatever bit of cake orsweetmeat found its way into her pretty fingers, it wasstraightway broken in half and shared with Donald, Paul or Hugh;and, when they made believe nibble the morsel with affectedenjoyment, she would clap her hands and crow with delight. “Whydoes she do it?” asked Donald, thoughtfully; “None of us boysever did.” “I hardly know,” said Mama, catching her darling toher heart, “except that she is a little Christmas child, and soshe has a tiny share of the blessedest birthday the world eversaw!”

by Kate Douglas Wiggin

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Lady Sharon
Scribe of The Knights of the Pain Table

St. Philips Boys’ Choir, Norbury, UK. Recorded July 1987 before release of their first hit album “Sing For Ever” in 1988. Featuring soloists Jaymi Bandtock and Sam Harper. Source


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