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This program is kindly sponsored by Letterfract Country Shop, 095-418-50. Hello, good evening, and welcome to Letterfract Country Shop, 095-418-50. Good evening, and you're very welcome to our Thursday evening programs here on Connemara Community Radio. I hope you can stay tuned with us for all of our programs, we'll be with you right through up until 9 o'clock p.m. this evening. What's up next for you here this evening on Connemara Community Radio is a lovely recording that was done earlier on this week. And this is where Cleggan National School organized a carol service at the playground in Cleggan on last Tuesday. Thanks to all the teachers there and in particular the principal, Katrina King, who was there with Richie Newman to accompany them as well. So you're going to hear that recording from Cleggan from last Tuesday evening. Oh come let us adore him, oh come let us adore him, oh come let us adore him. Christ the Lord, King of the angels, King of the nations, King of kings, King of kings, of heaven and earth. Glory to God in the highest heaven, oh come let us adore him, oh come let us adore him, oh come let us adore him, Christ the Lord. And the next one is actually sing, the wind and the angels. Oh come let us adore him, oh come let us adore him, oh come let us adore him, oh come let us adore him, Christ the Lord. Oh come let us adore him, oh come let us adore him, oh come let us adore him, Christ the Lord. Oh come let us adore him, oh come let us adore him, oh come let us adore him, Christ the Lord. Oh come let us adore him, oh come let us adore him, Christ the Lord. Oh come let us adore him, oh come let us adore him, Christ the Lord. The first Noel. The first Noel, the angels did say, What this earth and poor shepherds, in fear thus they lay, In fear thus they lay, daydreaming they be, On a cold winter's night that was so sweet. Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel, Lord is the King of Israel. With the river and star and star, Shining in the east beyond them far, And to the earth with angels fly, And to the countenance of day and night. Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel, Lord is the King of Israel. Silent night, holy night, All is calm, all is bright, Round yon virgin, mother and child, Holy infant so tender and mild, Sleep in heavenly peace, Sleep in heavenly peace. Silent night, holy night, Heaven's grace at the sight, Glories stream from heaven afar, Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia. Christ our Saviour is born, Christ our Saviour is born. And Ava is now going to read a poem called Angels. Angels, we are made from light, Cold into being we burn, Brighter than the silver white of hot magnesium, More sudden than yellow phosphorine, We are the fire of heaven, Blue flames and golden ether, We are from stars, Spinning beyond the farthest galaxy, In an instant gathered to this point, We shine, speak our messages and go, Back to the brilliant, We are not separate, not individual, We are what we are made of, Only shaped sometimes into tall winged warriors, Our faces solemn as swords, Our voices joy, The skies are cold, Suns do not warm, Fire does not burn itself, Only once we touch you, In self-human heat, Once in the brightness of the frost, Above the hills in glittering starlight, Once we shine. Now onto knowledge. Knowledge is born, Christ our Saviour is born. And Ava is now going to read a poem called Angels. Angels, we are made from light, Cold into being we burn, Hordes in the hilly high, Let alone the sharpest snare, Stars don't have domes in their hands, It's our pleasure to be alone, Rosewood and the deep sky, Our knowledge that we are, We're a hordes no self, As a hordes foe, We are a hordes in freedom, Colonels of our soul, Fado, fado in their heads, It's our pleasure to roam, Rosewood and the deep sky, Our knowledge that we are, We're a hordes no self, As a hordes foe, We are a hordes in freedom, Colonels of our soul. And we have one other poem, Tommy's going to read this and it's called What's the Donkey Saw? No one in the inn of course, And not that much in the stable, What was the shepherd, Magi, Mary, Joseph, the heavenly host, Not to mention the baby, Using all an angel as a pot, You couldn't have to leave another cherub in for love or money, Still in spite of the over-crowding, I did my best to make them feel wanted, I could see the baby and I would be going places together. We're going to sing Joy to the World. Joy to the world, the Lord is come, Let earth receive her King, Let every heart play heaven's blues, And heaven and nature sing, And heaven and nature sing, And heaven, and heaven, and nature sing, Joy to the world, celebrate your way, Let splendour come in joy, What's real and good, what's real and plain, Repeat the sound in joy, repeat the sound in joy, Repeat, repeat the sound in joy. We're going to have a duet now, and Eva and Richie are going to play a tune together. Joy to the world. Joy to the world, celebrate your way, Let splendour come in joy, repeat the sound in joy, Repeat, repeat the sound in joy, Repeat, repeat the sound in joy, Repeat, repeat the sound in joy. So we've just a few Christmas songs left, so the first one we're going to sing is Santa, Santa, High in the Sky. Santa, Santa, high in the sky, Come down the chimney, don't be shy. Santa, Santa, high in the sky, Leave a little present for me. There's a carrot for your reindeer, There's a glass of cherry, And a big, big pie, And a little teacup in the way too. Come on Santa, don't be shy. Santa, Santa, high in the sky, Come down the chimney, don't be shy. Santa, Santa, high in the sky, Leave a little present for me. There's a mighty cold wind blowing, The stars are shining in the dark blue sky, The Christmas lights are glowing. Come on Santa, don't be shy. Santa, Santa, high in the sky, Come down the chimney, don't be shy. Santa, Santa, high in the sky, Leave a little present for me. When Santa comes down the chimney, He has a dance to show. You girls and boys won't get any toys, If you don't pull me out. My beard is black, there's dust on my back, My nose is tickly too. When Santa comes down the chimney, A-choo, a-choo, a-choo. When Santa comes down the chimney, He has a dance to tell. Oh, how he pleases, such a please, My back is soft and well. Oh dear, oh dear, it's cold down here, And there's no clothes to slip. When Santa comes down the chimney, A-choo, a-choo, a-choo. What is under the Christmas tree? It's Santa who's on a shopping spree. There's lots of boxes stuffed with clothes, For what's inside, well, no one knows. I've got to pick the boxes too. Okay, I have to find the juice. Most of them are quiet, some are boring though. I wrote the Santa for my mother though. I wish I could have extra eggs, So Mom can wait and eat the fries. The truth is that I have to stay, I'll have to wait for Christmas Day. Okay, now we've got Jingle Bells. Jingle bells, jingle bells, Jingle all the way. Oh, what fun it is to ride On a one horse open sleigh. Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells, Jingle all the way. Oh, what fun it is to ride On a one horse open sleigh. Dashing through the snow, On a one horse open sleigh. Oh, those mules we go, Laughing all the way. Ha, ha, ha, they'll jump off your tree. Making sleigh rides high. Oh, what fun it is to ride And sing a sleighing song tonight. Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells, Jingle all the way. Oh, what fun it is to ride On a one horse open sleigh. Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells, Jingle all the way. Oh, what fun it is to ride On a one horse open sleigh. So now we'll do Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer Had a very shiny nose. Like a blindfold. And if you ever saw it, You were going to say it Smelled like a flashlight. All of the other reindeer Used to laugh and call his name. Like Pinocchio. But never let poor Rudolph Join in any reindeer games. Like Monopoly. There's one funny Christmas tree. That Jack and Hugh say, Ho, ho, ho. Rudolph, where's your nose so bright? Won't you guide my sleigh tonight? When all the reindeers loved him. And they shouted out with glee and sing. Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. He'll come down in history. Now listen, you better watch out. Rudolph, you better not cry. You better not pout. I'm telling you why. Santa Claus is coming to town. Santa Claus is coming to town. He's meaner than you reckon it's like. You're going to find out in the morning light. Santa Claus is coming to town. He sees you when you're sleeping. He knows when you're awake. He knows if you've been bad or good. So pick up what you're missing. Oh, you better watch out. You better not cry. You better not pout. I'm telling you why. Santa Claus is coming to town. So just before we finish up, we have one last song. And again, I think the children have been great. The weather hasn't been fabulous, but they've been fabulous. So well done to all of them. A big thanks to Ritchie for coming and helping us. That was great as well. Thanks very much, Ritchie. And to the Parents Association as well, who provide refreshments, there are refreshments inside. And just to thank you again for coming. And to wish you all a very, very happy Christmas. So we just finish off with We wish you a Merry Christmas. We wish you a Merry Christmas. We wish you a Merry Christmas. We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Good tidings we bring to you and your kin. We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. We wish you a Merry Christmas. We wish you a Merry Christmas. We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Well there you've just heard a lovely recording from Clegan, which was a carol service that was held at the playground in Clegan, organised by the Clegan National School. And a lovely mix of singing and readings and music there. And thanks to the Principal, Katrina King, and all the teachers, all the students, and also to Ritchie Newman, who was there to accompany the singers for that carol service in Clegan. If you're driving home this Christmas, stay tuned to Connemara Community Radio, broadcasting on 87.8 and 106.1 FM in the Connemara region, and streaming on connemarafm.com. Stay tuned in for all the updates on traffic and weather, and some of the latest deals and Christmas deals in the Connemara area. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Except for you this evening here on Connemara Community Radio, we're going to take a recording of a Christmas story for you. And this was kindly given to us by Liffey Sound. And it's Theresa Quinn who's reading a Christmas story for you, which I hope you're going to enjoy. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. This book, fast, has lots of fun. Emma Jane has written about twelve Johnny Magorry stories. I'll tell you a story about Johnny Magorry, his sister Lily May and their trusty dog Rory. These clever two are three and seven years old. They're usually very good, but sometimes they're bold. One of their favourite times of year is when Santy comes with all his reindeer on Nullock, brings joy to dark winter nights and trees full of baubles and twinkling lights. Christmas Eve is magic, the most fun. Johnny loves helping to get everything done, visiting his cousins and swapping presents with a grin, and getting Santa and Rudolph's treats from the special tin. They leave Santy out a yummy mince pie and a sup of porter to help him to fly and a pot of hot tea to keep him warm and carrots for Rudolph to help him perform. They watch the RTD Nullock weather report and see Santy's been helped by the airport. They brush their teeth and Mammy reads the Christmas book. Johnny peeps out through the curtain to have a quick look. Their parents tell them, stay in bed until it's Christmas Day. We know you're excited, but that's the Santy rule, they say. The snow falls heavily as they close their sleepy eyes. I wish it was Christmas morning already, Johnny says. Will Santy bring us a surprise present, Lily May squeaks. If you sleep, Mastoor, Mammy smiles, kissing her cheeks. A few hours later Lily May awakens to the sound of a bell. Wake up, Johnny, she whispers. Rory hears it as well. There's a bump above them, so they know it's no dream. Santy is up there, but all's not well, it would seem. They hear Waffle sneezing coming from the roof, and one of the reindeers keeps banging his hoof. They get out of bed and tip-top slowly downstairs. In the kitchen they see Santa on one of the chairs. Santy smiles and Rory runs in to give him a big lick. The children launch a loving hug upon him and ask who's sick. Dunner vux, he says. My trusty old reindeer is suffering from the flu, caused by the cold, cold air. I'm worried. I've so many presents to deliver, Santy groans as his lip begins to quiver. I know, smiles Lily May, with the biggest ever grin. I'll ask Lord Stagg to help you out. Come on, let's find him. They grab their wellies and take Santy by the hand, bursting out the back door with a torch and a plan. They run in to the Phoenix Park, where all the Dublin deers stay, with the President and the zoo animals, so they all can play. They spot Mr. Badger wading through the snow. They explain their plan, and he tells them where to go. Around by the oak at the Furry Glen Pond, and by the President's dogs. Don't wake the wood-knife, sleeping inside the old oak logs. Swing a left before the shovelers, and straight down by Fin Hair. Tiptoe by the Golden Plover's Nest, and then you're nearly there. Jump the ditch, then slide down the hill straight by Mr. Frog, past the Pygmy Shrews at the Hawthorn Tree, and by the sleeping Hedgehog. In front of her bed you'll see a well-trodden path that goes in a zigzag. Follow that, my dear friends, and you'll surely find Lord Stagg. They hug Mr. Badger, and say, "'Good of thee, Le Mahagat!" Then, as quick as they can, their mission begins on foot. Around the oak at the Furry Glen Pond, and by the President's dogs. Tiptoeing by the wood-knife, sleeping inside the old oak logs. Swing a left before the shovelers, and straight down by Fin Hair, creeping by the Plover's Nest. Come on, guys, we're nearly there. They jump the ditch, and slide down the hill right past Mr. Frog, then past the Pygmy Shrews at the Hawthorn Tree, and Mrs. Hedgehog. They run down the well-trodden path that goes in a zigzag. Then, sure enough, as Mr. Badger said, they finally see Lord Stagg. Lord Stagg is in a peaceful sleep with his baby fawn. He wakes, and stares at the trio with a sleepy yawn. Santa explains, "'I need you to replace poor Dunner.' Lord Stagg agrees with a smile. "'It would be my honour.' "'Hurray!' Santa shouts. "'Now we really need to get back. "'I've a country load of presents to deliver for my sack.' He sprinkles magic dust on Lord Stagg and Rurie so they can fly. The trio jump up on their backs and zip across the sky. Dunner's thrilled to see Lord Stagg has come to take his place. Santa sends him back to the North Pole's reindeer recovery space. Johnny and Lily-May don't remember going back to bed. They wake up thinking it was a dream about Dunner and the sled. But then they pull off the blanket and notice their mucky wellies, still on their feet, and on the lovely, lovely clean sheets, and they laugh from their bellies. The children burst down to their parents, shouting, They're full of Christmas spirit, opening presents without a glitch. Lily-May spots Lord Stagg waiting for her at the windowsill. They run outside and she snuggles up beside him, saying, "'You're brilliant!' Lord Stagg has a special message for young Lily-May. Santa says, "'Thank you. Your quick thinking saved Christmas Day.'" Lily-May nearly bursts with pride and beams as it begins to snow. We'll never forget last night, no matter how big we grow. She grabs Johnny's hand as Rurie's big tail wags, and instead of snow angels, they make snow stags instead. I was reading there by Theresa Quinn from Liffey Sound, and I hope you enjoyed that story for Christmas here with us on Canamara Community Radio. Just a reminder that coming up later on this evening, we will have The Great Outdoors with Brendan O'Scannell. We also have coming up very shortly now will be Mitch Barrett, That's The Wayward Young. But before that, we're going to take this lovely piece of music from Cherish The Ladies to finish off this evening's programme, and I do hope you enjoy it. Cherish The Ladies Cherish The Ladies Cherish The Ladies Cherish The Ladies Gloria in excelsis Deo Gloria in excelsis Deo Shepherd, why this jubilee? Why your joyous strains prolong? What the glad song's timing be? Which inspire your heavenly song? Gloria in excelsis Deo Gloria in excelsis Deo Gloria in excelsis Deo Come to Bethlehem and see Him whose birth the angels sing Come adore on bended knee Christ the Lord, the newborn King Gloria in excelsis Deo See Him in a manger laid Whom the choirs of angels praise Married just a blend you'll hate While our hearts in love we bathe Gloria in excelsis Deo Gloria in excelsis Deo Gloria in excelsis Deo Gloria in excelsis Deo Gloria in excelsis Deo Gloria in excelsis Deo Gloria in excelsis Deo
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