Have we since before recorded ancient times, moved unaware to ethereal chimes? Was it the Holy Son of God, who willed us through each page of our collective history, now blessing us with such a glorious and joyous scene? Was it the One on high, who inspired us to first bring indoors our trees of green? God’s creations trimmed and tinseled, with presents laid below, this is the rite of offerings we have come to cherish and know. Alexei, regal Alexei, one of the infinite Heavens, and eternal mystery. Alexei, I wait with a lowered head and bended knee. Bring us closer to God’s light, take us by the head, heart and hand, lead us all to the benevolence and peace, you have found in your nearby promised land.