[ * Leoâs long, white robe billowed out around him as he slowly approached you. ] â O holy night⌠The stars are brightly shining. It is the night of our dear Saviorâs birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pining. âTill He appeared and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope. The weary world rejoices! For yonder breaks a new glorious morn. Fall⌠on your knees. O hear⌠the angelsâ voices! O night⌠divine. O night when Christ was born. O night divine! O night⌠O night divine. â
âSeriously?âÂ
â...isnât that just Master Splinterâs bathrobe?â













