Christ, when a Child, a garden made, 
And many roses flourished there.
He watered them three times a day
To make a garland for His hair. 
And when in time the roses bloomed, 
He called the children in to share.
They tore the flowers from every stem, 
And left the garden stript and bare, 
"How wilt Thou weave Thyself a crown
Now that They roses are all dead?"
"Ye have forgotten that the thorns
Are left for Me, the Christ child said.
They plaited then a crown of thorns
And laid it rudely on His head; 
A garland for His forehead made; 
For roses: drops of blood instead.

Come down, O true Light!
Come down, Life Eternal.
Come down, Hidden Mystery.
Come down, Ineffiable treasure

Come down, O Constant Rejoicing.
Come down, Light that never fadeth

Come down, Eternal Joy.
Come down, Garland that never withereth. 
Come down, 
Thou whom my miserable soul ardently longs for and loves. 
Come down, Thou who art alone, to another, 
for I also am alone

Come down, Thou who hast transformed Thyself 
into my desire..

Whatever else may be lost among the years, 
Let us keep Christmas still a shining thing:
Whatever doubts assail us, or what fears, 
Let us hold close one day, remembering
Its poignant meaning for the hears of men. 
Let us get back our childlike faith again.