Verses 1,2,4 and 6 are beaming with the joy of Christmas at home: food, merriment and warmth. But Dora Greenwell contrasts this kind of Christmas in these odd verses to the kind of Christmas that many people experience that is rarely sung about: barren, hungry, cold and weary. The last verse, Dora sings "See ye let each door Stand wider than it e'er stood before" - invite all of us who have to give to those who do not. I've set these odd verses by slowing them down to half speed, with little harmonic rhythm - and staying in the minor key areas.

Here's the first 2 pages of 7 as it stands now (2+ verses to go)