I am a happy Christmas wind;
I am courteous; I am kind.
I walked the way to Bethlehem town
Beside our Lady going down.
I know the inn she stood before;
I would have beaten down the door;
I thought on Mary and the Child;
I blew gently; I grew mild.
I ran ahead to find a house
To shelter Mary and her spouse.
I found a stable, loosed the door,
The cave they had been seeking for.
Because they had a place to bide
I was so glad, alone outside,
I ran across the hills for joy!
I waked a little shepherd boy,
And all the older shepherds stirred
At what they felt and what they heard
Of angel music, heavenly things!
I caught the song and gave it wings;
I ran across the midnight blue;
I ran across the ages, too;
I have it, have it here for you.
A Child is born for you again;
A Son is given,is given to men!
I am a singing wind. Amen.
Sister Mary Madeleva