{"id":245,"date":"2012-12-25T13:52:58","date_gmt":"2012-12-25T18:52:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jondailey.com\/?p=245"},"modified":"2013-02-21T00:41:04","modified_gmt":"2013-02-21T05:41:04","slug":"christmas-morning","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jondailey.com\/?p=245","title":{"rendered":"Christmas Morning"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em><strong>Christmas Morning<\/strong><\/em> is a song written by Jon and performed by Art Society in Boone around 2009. Here&#8217;s a YouTube recording:<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/15Rmsabriug\" frameborder=\"0\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>&#8230;and the lyrics:<\/p>\n<p><em><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;\">What shall I bring but this offering, voice rejoicing, Christmas morning.<br \/>\n<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;\">And ice falls on this broken-down car of mine, falls on this life, of no design.<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;\">And You wait so patiently, for my soul, wait for the day, when you can send Your Son.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;\">Morning lights come, newborn, might&#8217;s sum, countless undone, from oppression.<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;\">And you, me, him, her, seeming unheard, lift your voice toward that small manger.<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;\">Tear off old clothes, dress in new robes, heaven now shows, Christmas morning.<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;\">And song is like a treasure unto our ears, clings to these walls, haven from fears.<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;\">And love is like a precious mist, in our house, waits to be seen.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;\">Morning lights come, newborn, might&#8217;s sum, countless undone, from oppression.<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;\">And you, me, him, her, seeming unheard, lift your voice toward that small manger.<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;\">Tear off old clothes, dress in new robes, heaven now shows, Christmas morning.<\/span>\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;\">Baby&#8217;s first breath, listen close lest, fall upon death, but Heaven&#8217;s sound saves.<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;\">Weary poor souls, heavy world toils, seize celestials, claim Your bounty.<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;\">Christ now among, christened all lungs, Christmas song sung, Christmas morning.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Christmas Morning is a song written by Jon and performed by Art Society in Boone around 2009. Here&#8217;s a YouTube recording: &#8230;and the lyrics: What shall I bring but this offering, voice rejoicing, Christmas morning. And ice falls on this &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/jondailey.com\/?p=245\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-245","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jondailey.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/245","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jondailey.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jondailey.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jondailey.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jondailey.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=245"}],"version-history":[{"count":15,"href":"https:\/\/jondailey.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/245\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":269,"href":"https:\/\/jondailey.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/245\/revisions\/269"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jondailey.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=245"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jondailey.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=245"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jondailey.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=245"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}