O come, O come, Emmanuel
And ransom captive Israel
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear
Please, appear. Just appear. It’s time.
Israel is so much larger, scarier than it was before, and we have become a disease upon ourselves. We rape what we can’t have, we steal instead of earn, we lord over each other with wealth, and possession, and finery. We chase success instead of satisfaction, we ravage instead of grow. We hurt instead of heal. We hate instead of love. We turn everything that is blessed into a sin. Simply because. Simply because the two basic rules you gave us, rules that even a small child understands, we have decided we can not – will not – accomplish. We will NOT love you above all else. We will NOT love our neighbor as ourselves. We will not, damn You. You, in Your wisdom, offered us a choice. We, in our willed ignorance, have made it.
Please appear. Please. So that we might finally be able to…
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.
ARGYLE: Mind if I play some tunes? MCCLANE: How 'bout some Christmas music? ARGYLE: That is Christmas music.
This is Christmas music… As “Christmas” as I’m able to provide today.