Oh on JingleNog’s now white pastures did we in ancient time, tred across gem filled mountains of diamond whites and sapphire skies? Was the it Holy Son of God, that willed us here to see such a pleasant pastoral scene? Was it the One on high, who inspired us to first bring indoors a tree of green? Trimmed and tinseled with presents laid below, this is a rite of offerings that we have come in modern times to know. Regina, tender Mother come to me, Regina, Queen of the Heavens, Regina, ready for your voice, your words, Regina, I am here with lowered head and bended knee. Bring us closer to your light, take us by the head, heart and hand, lead us to the peace and light, of the nearby promised land.