Christmas used to mean a lot, it was a solemn day.
Baby Jesus in a manger, born upon the hay.

The donkey and the wise men, a star up in the sky,
all turned into ornaments, it makes me want to cry.

Somehow we’ve forgotten Him and some take pains to say
it’s just another day off work, just a “holiday.”

The greatest gift we ever got was Jesus Christ, our Lord.
But we buy up junk to give away, more ‘stuff’ we can’t afford.

We shop and shop and shop some more, ‘til the shelves are bare.
We toss about our credit cards like we no longer care.

Someone should remind us He was born on Christmas day.
How He came to Earth to live like us, to teach a different way.

A nobler gift that we could give would be the gift of life,
To look our neighbours in the eye and pardon all our strife.

Oh what a world that this would be if Jesus had His way.
We’d all be living peacefully prepared for judgment day.

The 25^th’s a day for Him, it wasn’t meant for you.
It’s not about receiving, it’s about the things we do.

Things we do to honour Him, things done with no shame.
Things we do for those in need, when we don’t know their name.

So when you hang your stockings, and you light your candle’s wick,
and when you tell your children, old time stories of St. Nick.

Spare a word for Jesus, the baby on the hay.
Tell your kids about the Star or His gift might slip away.

For if we ever see a day, when things make sense again,
It sure won’t be the toys we got, that makes us better friends.

Merry Christmas to you all, enjoy this time of year!
Fill your hearts with happiness and always spread good cheer.

Make the world a better place, by example and by deed.
Love each other endlessly, and care for those in need.

That’s the way He’d have it done, The chance it’s not are slim.
Since we know that day is His birthday, Shouldn’t we give a gift to Him?

The gift he seeks comes from the heart, without a string attached.
Free Will spreading Hope and Love, These gifts cannot be matched.

He gave his life upon the cross, our sins He took away.
That’s the reason for the season, no matter what they say.               

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