The magic of Christmas Eve in Rome. Walking through cobblestone streets, passing by the Trevi Fountain. As you enter St. Peter’s Basilica, the smell of Frankincense and Myrrh oils are burning. You take in the beauty of it all … another year has ended … so much to be grateful for … leaving you to light your candles and hear … “Silent Night, holy night! All is calm, all is bright! Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child. Holy infant so tender and mild. Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly peace.