Love came down at Christmas; love all lovely, love divine; love was born at Christmas, stars and angels gave the sign. And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying. For there is no friend like a sister, in calm or stormy weather, to cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands. Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad. | 
