Perhaps I’ve read too much C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien, but I sometimes wonder if the demons sang a song of lament as the angels praised God for the good news of the Incarnation. Maybe they pounded their “pitchforks” on the ground to keep rhythm. I imagine their lyrics as diametrically opposed to Oh Holy Night.

The Devil’s Dirge

This fowl night, this fowl night

—In flesh now he has come

This burning, blistering light

—In flesh now he has come

To steal men from our prison gate

For darkness we will fight till late

And take our stand, a cruel command

Christ to become our slaughtered lamb

Our gates, our gates, they must prevail

—Our gates, our gates, they must prevail

And keep men from the inner veil

—And keep men from the inner veil

A cross, a cross: we’ll send him to a cross

Tis not lost, a cross: we’ll send him to the cross

Our gates, our gates, they must prevail

—Our gates, our gates, they must prevail

Lest Christmas light, now shining bright,

Drive our souls to Hell