Of course the angel Gabriel, as he did every year, submitted a trumpet solo; but the council turned him down again because they knew if they ever turned Gabriel loose with his trumpet, it would be all over, and that wasn’t exactly the idea of Christmas.

Anonymous went off to his little room and he picked up his harp; and because of all the things that Christmas now meant to him, the music just seemed to come from somewhere deep Inside him. He composed a Christmas song...and it was beautiful. He was a little hesitant to take it to the council with all those other angels and archangels standing there with their own music. But when his turn came, the council asked him to play and sing his composition. He was really nervous, but then he felt a hand on his shoulder and he knew even without turning around that his good friend was standing right beside him. And so he sang; and he sang with all of his heart. When he had finished, there was a great hush all over heaven. Then the head of the council, the archangel Raphael, stood up and said,” This year at Christmas, the choir will sing the anthem written by Anonymous.”