. Introduction Each year I compose or arrange music in celebration of Christmas. This year I have created three arrangements of familiar Christmas music, each introduced by a poem. The organ piece is based on a Reformation hymn tune famously set by Bach in his cantata of the same name. It was composed for submission to a competition in celebration of the renovation of the Grand Organ in the Cathedral Church of York Minster. As the lyrics to the French carol, “Bring a Torch, Jeanette, Isabella,” tell us, “Christ is born!” I wish you all a Merry Christmas. . Festal Fantasy on Wachet auf, Ruft uns die Stimmer (awake, the voice is calling us) Fill the bellows with the breath of song;Pull the stops and set the music free;Press the keys and hold them loud and long;Let the pipes ring out in melody; Send the treble on its trilly way;Add the carol to the staff below;Ground the bass with pedal’s deep array;Loud and long so all the world can know. Christ is born! The feast day of his birth!Shout with diapason, flute and reed,Sound redound until it sates the earth!Deus incarnatus est, indeed! Wachet auf, Ruft uns die Stimmer shallRise in praise to God as a chorale. . . . Bring a Torch, Jeanette, Isabella Rise, dear friends, and come with me;Bring a torch—it isn’t far.Mary’s calling, “Come and see.”Night is dark, but there’s a star . . . See how beautiful the mother!See how beautiful the Son!Praise the Godhead—Son and Father,Holy Spirit—Three in One! Mary, in her joy, is weepingHush! My friends, let’s gather ‘round;For the Son of God is sleeping;Where we stand is holy ground. In the manger, see him slumberWhile above us in the skiesHosts of heaven without numberSing angelic lullabies. There is much in this to ponderMore than meets the eye, it seems,So we watch and wait in wonder, As the baby Jesus dreams. Softly, now, we kneel before him,May his love in us increase,Let us evermore adore himLord and Savior, Prince of Peace. In the dim light tinged with sorrowSee the sacrifice God gives.Let us rise to greet the morrowServing Christ who died, yet lives. . . . We Wish You a Merry Christmas A very Merry Christmas! May today Bring blessings greater than the day before!And in the baby Jesus’ name I prayThe coming year will bring you even more. . . . James A. Tweedie is a retired pastor living in Long Beach, Washington. He has written and published six novels, one collection of short stories, and three collections of poetry including Mostly Sonnets, all with Dunecrest Press. His poems have been published nationally and internationally in The Lyric, Poetry Salzburg (Austria) Review, California Quarterly, Asses of Parnassus, Lighten Up Online, Better than Starbucks, WestWard Quarterly, Society of Classical Poets, and The Chained Muse.