O come let us adore Him....let us adore Him....let us adore Him
O come let us adore Him....let us adore Him....let us adore Him
Voices rising
Echo in the sky
Stars are dancing
Lighting up the night
Hallelujah whispers through the air
Heaven's gates are open
Do you dare
Oh come
Let us adore the light
Shining bright
Breaking through the night
Oh come
Oh come
The hearts align
Adore Him
Adore divine
Mountains tremble
Rivers hum a tune
Every heart beats like a silver moon
Yea
This morning
Joy begins to bloom
The world awakens from the tomb
Born of grace
Born of fire
Filling hearts with pure desire
Lift your voice
Let it soar
Sing His name forevermore
Oh come
Let us adore the light
Shining bright
Breaking through the night
Oh come
Oh come
The hearts align
Adore Him
Adore divine
Glory echoes through the sky
Angels sing
No need to cry
Oh come
Let us adore the King
Forevermore
His praises ring
Sing choirs of angels loud and wide
Their voices like rivers endless they glide
Heaven's gates are open flung so high
O come let us adore Him now
With hearts ablaze we humbly bow
Glory rising to the skies
O come let us adore Him
Citizens of heaven lift your gaze
Morning breaks with golden rays
The King is here forever stays
Glory to the highest One
The morning star the risen sun
Hallelujah the song begun
O come let us adore Him now
With hearts ablaze we humbly bow
Glory rising to the skies
O come let us adore Him....let us adore Him....let us adore Him
O come let us adore Him....let us adore Him....let us adore Him
O come let us adore Him....let us adore Him....let us adore Him 

Merry Christmas. Be well...do well...stay safe

Adore Him  by Hot Cookie

She walked the dusty road
Heavy with child
Miles from home
Night was falling wild
Joseph by her side
Searching for a place
Every door was closed
No welcome, no grace
But heaven had a plan
Written in the sky
One star would lead them
To where love would lie
There's a star above Bethlehem
Shining bright tonight
Breaking through the darkness
With holy, sacred light
(Star above Bethlehem)
(Shining down on us)
Leading hearts to Jesus
(Leading hearts to love)
Shepherds left their flocks
Angels filled the air
"Do not be afraid
Your Savior waits there"
Wise men from afar
Following the way
Gifts of gold and myrrh
For the newborn King that day
That heaven had a plan
Written in the sky
One star led them all
To where hope would never die
There's a star above Bethlehem
Shining bright tonight
Breaking through the darkness
With holy, sacred light
(Star above Bethlehem)
(Shining down on us)
Leading hearts to Jesus
(Leading hearts to love)
Every generation needs
A light to guide them home
Every weary traveler
Never walks alone
(Never walks alone)
(He's always there)
There's a star above Bethlehem
Shining bright tonight
Breaking through the darkness
With holy, sacred light
(Star above Bethlehem)
(Still shining down)
Leading hearts to Jesus
(Our King is found)
(Star above Bethlehem)
(Shining down)
Still that star keeps shining
Through the years of time
Leading every heart
To love so divine
(Star above)
(Still shining)
(Leading us home)


Merry Christmas from Songwriter Edwin H Balder and Hot Cookie

Star Above Bethlehem By Hot Cookie

All This Love”, releasing November 14, 2025 — a soulful anthem about what really matters when everything else fades away.

With his blend of wit, warmth, and melodic edge, Bluster Bhoy continues to carve out his own space in the indie scene — one honest song at a time.

All this love

Hear Our full Christmas Album here with one click: https://soundcloud.com/cookiehot/sets/yuletide-revival-christmas?si=4aaa80670e064c4595f0fac03702826e&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

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Singing Christmas ♨️ 🍪

Glory Christmas Road ♨️ 🍪

Christmas Joy In This World ♨️ 🍪

Hear Our full Christmas Album here with one click: https://soundcloud.com/cookiehot/sets/yuletide-revival-christmas?si=4aaa80670e064c4595f0fac03702826e&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

All rights reserved by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Who's going to open the door and say
Merry merry Christmas
So happy to be home today



Who's Going Home for Christmas? ♨️ 🍪

Underneath the starry skies, on this silent night, A cowboy rides the open plains, bathed in silver light. With a lonesome heart, he wanders through the whispering pines, Dreaming of a Christmas Eve, where love and hope entwine.
Just a cowboy Christmas, out here on my own, With the cattle and the heavens, I ain't really alone. Though I wish for someone to hold me tight, I got the memories and the stars so bright. Just a Cowboy Christmas eve tonight (Cowboy Christmas eve tonight)
The fire crackles softly, casting shadows on the ground, As I sit by the campfire, a peaceful silence found. I think about the loved ones, miles and years away, And wonder if they’re dreaming of a cowboy's holiday.
Just a cowboy Christmas, out here on my own, With the cattle and the heavens, I ain't really alone. Though I wish for someone to hold me tight, I got the memories and the stars so bright. Just a Cowboy Christmas eve tonight (Cowboy Christmas eve tonight)
The fire whispers again, its shadows dancing wide,
I sit beside the embers, where quiet hearts confide.
I drift to distant faces, thinking out here on my own
 know I'll feel their warm embrace as soon as I get home
Just a cowboy Christmas, out here on my own, With the cattle and the heavens, I ain't really alone. Though I wish for someone to hold me tight, I got the memories and the stars so bright. Just a Cowboy Christmas eve tonight (Cowboy Christmas eve tonight)
Snowflakes gently falling, decorating all I see, A reminder of the simple joys this night can always be. I whisper to the twilight, hoping they can hear, That though I’m far away tonight, my heart is always near.
As the night grows colder, and the winds begin to moan, I hum a Christmas melody, feeling not so alone. For I carry with me always, the love from long ago, In the spirit of this season, I let that feeling show.
Just a cowboy Christmas, out here on my own, With the cattle and the heavens, I ain't really alone. Though I wish for someone to hold me tight, I got the memories and the stars so bright. Just a cowboy Christmas eve, tonight.............Just a cowboy Christmas eve ....tonight
So here’s to every cowboy, under the starlit sky, May you find your peace and joy as this holy night goes by. For even in the silence, love can find its way, Just a cowboy Christmas eve,... soon.. gonna be...Christmas day....Christmas....day

Hear Our Family Christmas Album here with one click: https://soundcloud.com/cookiehot/sets/yuletide-revival-christmas?si=4aaa80670e064c4595f0fac03702826e&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

All rights reserved by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Cowboy Christmas Eve By Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

She thought someone would stay. for sure
at the Christmas break from the tour.
But when the buses pulled out to go home
She was the only one left ...alone
She wrapped her coat tight, walked Fifth Avenue slow,
Lights in the windows, families aglow.
Her name lit the charts, her voice filled the air,
But on Christmas Eve, no one was there.
She smiled for the cameras, waved through the pain,
Then slipped through the crowd like snow in the rain.
She hid it well, like stars hide the night,
But inside her heart, nothing felt right.
Christmas felt quiet, Christmas felt cold,
She had the fame, but no body to hold.
No stockings, no laughter, no firelight glow,
Just echoes of places she used to know.
But she kept walking, kept hoping, kept still —
Wishing for something that might feel real.
Rockefeller center shimmered, the tree touched the sky,
She watched families skate, children skate by
She stepped on the ice, alone in the spin,
No one noticed the star she’d been.
She twirled once, then slowed to a glide,
Trying to smile with tears she denied.
She hid it well, like stars hide the night,
But inside her heart, nothing felt right.
Christmas felt quiet, Christmas felt cold,
She had the fame, but no body to hold
No stockings, no laughter, no firelight glow,
Just echoes of places she used to know.
But she kept walking, kept hoping, kept still —
Wishing for something that might feel real.
Then a little girl skated up slow,
Eyes wide with wonder, cheeks all aglow.
She said, “Thank you, Santa —
Thank you, Santa —
 you made my wish come true.”
“I asked to meet you...you.. you… and now it’s.... you.”
The star knelt down, heart.. full and wide,
And for the first time,.. felt.. joy.. inside.
No spotlight, no stage, no glitter, no show —
Just one child’s smile in the falling snow.
Christmas felt quiet, then Christmas felt bright,
She found her heart in a stranger’s delight.
No stockings, no laughter, no firelight glow,
But something much deeper began to grow.
She held that moment, let go of the pain—
She left the Ice... smiled... whispered her name....
She thought she’d be alone that Christmas eve night
But Christmas…Christmas…
Christmas. Now. felt..right..felt..right.

Hear Our full Christmas Album here with one click: https://soundcloud.com/cookiehot/sets/yuletide-revival-christmas?si=4aaa80670e064c4595f0fac03702826e&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

All rights reserved by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Wish Come True by ♨️ 🍪

The fire burns low with a cinnamon glow,
And the tree hums quiet in the softest show.
No snow on the ground, but the feeling is right —
As we open each box where the past holds tight.
There’s one made of paper, curled at the edge,
Hung every year along the tree edge 
A crocheted star from Nana's  hand,
And French-blown glass from a flea market stand.
The Bake-O-Lite bell sings in pastel tones,
to the bubble lights that uncle john used to own
Every ornament tells a story,
Of love, of time, of faded glory.
the Christmas train from 1924 
To the dog’s paw print and the Christmas Pin Grandpa wore
We hang them proud, we hang them slow — with each a story to tell
Because Christmas lives in the things we know.. so well... (Noel).. so ..well..noel...noel
There’s a fishing lure with a hook long gone,
A Snoopy that’s chipped but still holds on.
Santa’s elves with their felted shoes,
And angels trumpes telling the good news
Beads strung clown on a fraying thread,
 paper raindeer next to that old Santa head
Every ornament tells a story,
Of love, of time, of faded glory.
the Christmas train from 1924 
To the dog’s paw print and the Christmas Pin Grandpa wore
We hang them proud, we hang them slow — with each a story to tell
Because Christmas lives in the things we know.. so well... (Noel).. so ..well..noel...noel
There’s a major made of toothpicks and glue,
And a wreath from cocktail straws — green and blue.
The angel on top, we change each year,
While the others sit on the piano, near.
They watch the room like old friends do,
And whisper, “This season still belongs to each of you.”
We all have boxes tucked away,
With glitter and glue from yesterday.
A child’s first craft, a grandparent’s touch,
Things that don’t cost much — but mean so much.
So hang them high, let the stories be
They’re more than decore — they’re our family tree
Every ornament tells a story,
Of love, of time, of faded glory.
the Christmas train from 1924 
To the dog’s paw print and the Christmas Pin Grandpa wore
We hang them proud, we hang them slow — with each a story to tell
Because Christmas lives in the things we know.. so well... (Noel).. so ..well..noel...noel
No snow on the roof, no sleigh in the yard…
But this tree..
This tree... holds ..our ..every.. heart.....noel...noel (noel)...noel

Hear Our full Christmas Album here with one click: https://soundcloud.com/cookiehot/sets/yuletide-revival-christmas?si=4aaa80670e064c4595f0fac03702826e&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

All rights reserved by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Things We Know by AKB

She’s been gone a long while now,
But she’s still here somehow.
Out in Arizona, where the sun forgets to snow,
Her painting hangs — and I still know.
She came from the East with a suitcase of grace,
Joined us out West in a quiet place.
At the foothills of the Superstition range,
Where the light was gold and the seasons strange.
No snow ever fell, but it didn’t need to —
Her brush brought winter, and the past came through.
When the cold feels warm,
And the silence sings,
I see her hand in the simplest things.
A mountain, a house, a cow in the sleigh —
Painted in love on a long-lost day.
It’s more than a scene, it’s a doorway home —
To the time and tales I still call my own.
She painted it young, back in '44,
A barn, a brand, and a snow-covered floor.
A cow by the fence, a sleigh in the lane,
A world she imagined, soft and plain.
I hang it proud where the desert winds blow,
And somehow, it still makes the cactus glow.
When the cold feels warm,
And the silence sings,
I see her hand in the simplest things.
A mountain, a house, a cow in the sleigh —
Painted in love on a long-lost day.
It’s more than a scene, it’s a doorway home —
To the time and tales I still call my own.
It’s not just the art, it’s the heart it holds,
The stories she told in brushstroke folds.
It taught me to see what words can’t say,
That love lives on in a winter day.
And each Christmas here, though the snow won’t fall,
Her painting brings warmth to us all.
We all have a picture, a sound, or a song,
That reminds us where we truly belong.
A scent in the air, a voice in the breeze,
A memory that puts our hearts at ease.
So hang it high, let it shine through —
Because home’s not a place, it’s what stays with you.
When the cold feels warm,
And the silence sings,
I see her hand in the simplest things.
A mountain, a house, a cow in the sleigh —
Painted in love on a long-lost day.
It’s more than a scene, it’s a doorway home —
To the time and tales I still call my own.
She’s been gone a long while now…
But every Christmas,
She paints the sky.

All rights held by the songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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Cold Feels Warm

🎄 Christmas & New Year – Melodic Journey ✨
🌀 Style: Progressive – Deep Tech – Melodic – Organic
🤍 Live in love – with Claudia. Thank you for the resonance.
🔊 BPM: 117–127
🕒 Length: 202 min
🎧 Mixed by: Master Percy

Merry Christmas, Happy New Year – Melodic Journey

Ein moderner Weihnachts- und Neujahrsmix, ohne Kitsch – warm, melodisch und mit viel Energie.
Der erste Teil bringt pumpende Deep-Tech-Grooves und Melodic Drive.
Der zweite öffnet sich in eine progressive, organische Reise mit Gefühl und Atmosphäre.

Perfekt für die Feiertage, den Jahreswechsel und lange Nächte mit Musik und Freunden.

Special Thanks
Ein grosses Dankeschön an alle Künstler*innen und Labels, deren Musik diesen Mix möglich gemacht hat.
Eure Arbeit inspiriert und verbindet Menschen auf der ganzen Welt.

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A modern Christmas & New Year DJ mix – warm, melodic, uplifting and energetic.
The first part flows through pumping Deep Tech and Melodic grooves.
The second part opens into a progressive, organic and emotional journey.

Perfect for the holidays, New Year’s Eve, and every night in between.

Special Thanks
Big thanks to all artists and labels whose music made this mix possible.
Your work inspires and connects people worldwide.

🎧 Follow me
YouTube → www.youtube.com/@master-percy
Mixcloud → https://www.mixcloud.com/master-percy/merry-christmas-happy-new-year-melodic-journey-master-percy/

Master Percy
DJ & Producer since 1985

Merry Christmas, Happy New Year – Melodic Journey (Master Percy)

Step into the glow of the holidays with “Holiday Spell” 🎄 A smooth and uplifting Christmas Collection blending pop, jazz swing  and latin charm. With shimmering vocals and a touch of joy, romance, and sparkle that make the season unforgettable, it's holiday gems you can add to your Christmas Music selection / playlist, etc… Available everywhere ❣️

Santa just needed a little help

On this special day

Gliding to this Christmas Song

Forever in your heart

Holiday Spell

The Pickles

Jingle Bells Ya Habibi

Meet Hot Cookie, the wonder that’s redefining cool with a fresh blend of reflective lyrics and acoustic-driven power. Our sound is the heartbeat of today's music scene, capturing the essence of raw emotion and musical artistry. With every track, we aim to elevate your listening experience, offering melodies that resonate and lyrics that linger. Get ready to be swept away by Hot Cookie, where every note is a testament to our passion and every song a journey!....Social Contact: https://x.com/HotCookieMusic

I am a bilingual Canadian singer-songwriter with strong pop-jazz-latin influences; pianist, saxophonist, vocalist, producer & multi-disciplinary artist. I’m currently producing new music, mostly related to the Calendar events, in both french & english.  This project sprouts from a strong desire to leave some fun sharable music behind; a “Legacy Project”. Stay Tuned!

In the shadows of Apache Junction, at the foot of the majestic Superstition Mountains, sits a weathered hacienda. This desert oasis is home to an enigmatic figure, a songwriter whose journey reads like a long, dusty road of honky-tonk bars and college cafeterias. He wasn't chasing fame or glitter; instead, he chose the soul-crushing beauty of music for music's sake.

Years spent hunched over sticky barroom tables and scribbling lyrics on napkins earned him a reputation—not in the spotlight but in the back rooms where deals are made. He wrote melodies that found their way into the hearts of stars who had lost their own muse. He sold his creations for cash, with no recognition, but the whisper of his songs carried the weight of his soul.

Finally, he bought this piece of desert paradise—a stable income from his timeless songs allowed him to live comfortably, if anonymously. Here in this hacienda, with his family beside him and the mountains as his backdrop, he found the peace to write hits under his own name. He chuckled at the irony that now, without chasing fame, he could create music that brought him joy.

In the end, it was never about the spotlight. It was about the journey, the stories, and the songs that wrote themselves through his life. As the sun set behind the Superstitions, casting long shadows over the hacienda, he strummed his guitar and sang—content, unknown, and unburdened by the world's gaze.


Copyright 2019 Edwin H. Balder

I may be dead when fame comes but my real glory was always JULIE & The Kids. Thank you for such love

Master Percy 
Deep Tech  House - ELEKTROWERK Switzerland
Jazzy James:
Day-Player & Deep-Driver - Cologne - Germany

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