God rest ye merry Hippogriff's let nothing you dismay
Field and moor and mountian
You fly past this day
To see the king that has been born
To show us all the way
And deliver us all unto one or so i've heard them say
God rest ye merry Hippogriff's let nothing you dismay
On to the promised child
We fly on this day
Past field and hill and moutain on our merry way
To the holy town of Bethlehem where this holy child lay
Three wise men then did honour him
With insence gold and mrryh
To mark this blessed child on his day of birth
For he will die and rise again
To save the world of men
And forever more we'll honour him
As our...great...king
LOL I couldn't resist my own version of the song

Erin M. Keenan replies:
"^_^ Cookies for that. "