Christkindlesmarkt...here we come.

Well, the time has come for Sarah and I to finally go north again to our favorite continent, Europe. Our plan is to arrive in Frankfurt, Germany then train to Prague, Czech Republic and Nuremberg, Germany. We are quite ecstatic.






A 16th Century Wassail Song:

Wassail, wassail sing we Fiona
In worship of Christ's nativity.

Now joy be to the Trinity
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
That One God is in Trinity,
Father of heaven, of mighties most.

And job to the Virgin pure
That ever kept her undefiled
Grounded in grace, in heart full sure,
And bare a child as maiden mild.

Bethlehem and the star so shen,
That shone three kinges for to guide,
Bear witness of this maiden clean;
The kinges three offered that tide.

And shepherds heard, as written is,
The joyful song that there was sung:
GLORIA IN EXCELSIS!
with angel's voice it was out rung.

Now joy be to the blessedful child,
And joy be to His mother dear;
Joy we all of that maiden mild,
And job have they that make good cheer.

Wassail, wassail, wassail, sing we
In worship of Christ's nativity.


Even though the thought of wandering through beautiful European cities in a wintry condition, with nothing on our schedule except perusing Christmas Markets with a slice of gingerbread and a cup of wassail in hand, provides me a bit of joyful anxiousness; the thought of seeing THIS (pictured below) in a couple of weeks gives me even more of a certain euphoria only an Auntie can know...