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This is part 4 of a 7 part cantata for Christmas, work started the year before and while my verdict about the whole endeavor remain mixed I still am thankful that the church and all who participated in it let me experiment with them like lab mice—I don’t think I can ask for more.

On the other hand, I shouldn’t really agree to write for them in the first place because at the end as far as compromise goes my ideas are truncated and dismembered beyond recognition—albeit their very best, an overall commendable effort, it is still an abject failure. And thus the responsibility lies on me.

Never again. For 2 sharps.