Starbucks Furor: Full Of Sound and Fury Signifying Nothing

Hark how the bells, sweet silver bells

All seem to say throw cares away

Christmas is here bringing good cheer


Said the night wind to the little lamb, do you see what I see


It came upon a midnight clear that glorious song of old

Of angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of gold


Hark the herald angels sing


For unto us a child us born

Unto us a son is given


Silver bells speak of joy,  night winds whisper promise, angels bend near with harps to announce, Herald angels sing of glory, Kings bring gifts that bespeak royalty/life/death and Isaiah writes 700 years in advance…


And the red cup declares what?

“Lord, what fools these mortals be!”

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