In The Bleak Midwinter

Brian: Little Christmas carol?
Kerry: Yes, festive
Brian: If we start Christmas now, it's not gonna seem so bad when it comes, you know

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone
Snow had fallen, snow on snow
Snow on snow, in the bleak midwinter
Long ago

Angels and archangels may have gathered there
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air
But his mother only, in her maiden bliss
Worshiped the almighty
With a kiss

What can I give him, small as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb
If I were a wise man, I would claim my part
Yet, what can I give him
Give my heart

Brian: One more?