Naturally for this time of year, the choir that Arb and I sing in is preparing for our Christmas concert, and there is Jebus-music aplenty.  Really that’s OK by me; most of the shit about Santa seriously sucks.  One of the beautiful carols we’re doing is Harold Darke’s arrangement of In the Bleak Midwinter.  Here’s the final verse:

What shall I give him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb.
If I were a wise man, I would do my part.
Yet what can I give him: give my heart!


People don’t think this shit through, they just bleat it out mindlessly year after year.