Then it was Christmas as it is every year and it was celebrated everywhere as far as holy Christianity reaches
And ribs and sauerkraut and mulled wine and dram they ate and drank to honour him who was born in poverty and died in shame
And the priests repeated the ancient things but something was new. For with radio around the speeches were sent — as if on an angel's wing!
In the ether blessed words burst forth as when the shepherds heard a choir there sang the incredible: Peace on earth!
The factory owner liked that Bible passage and thought about: how to lower wages and still ensure peace at work?
The police chief thought it was good too and thank God he had recently put down a rebellion and steady the state ship beautifully
The rebels were now behind bars and had it peacefully and awaited the death sentence they were all sure to get
And the defense minister felt good like never before on Christmas Eve his work for peace was crowned with success
For the guarantee of peace is armed power and no one should destroy it with treaties of friendship or disarmament pacts!
And the Foreign Minister was also happy that peace had been established so quickly and well In Samoa and Nicaragua
The natives threatened with a little of everything but fortunately a poison gas expert had given them a strong warning
Every single soul in our Christianity was lifted on waves of love! for peace is the best thing—as everyone knows
But all those who killed on the field of honour they only emitted an inaudible snort and secretly they kicked each other
Under the Arc de Triomphe lay an unknown soldier he did not turn around. He was probably too lazy and had so often heard similar talk