A Glorious Christmas Season;
Glittering Lights and glistening snow.
So many presents 'neath my tree,
Thank you God, for the means to bestow...
The Season brings out our best sometimes.
Sometimes it doesn't, for,
We fear we cannot meet the demands,
Of each giftbearer, at our door...
Happy, still, I cannot help,
Feeling a little blue,
For the merriest Christmas was long ago,
When our Savior made His debut...
Not merry St. Nick with mistletoe,
Or stockings filled with joy;
But a woman who labored for hours,
And produced a miraculous baby Boy...
BEHOLD! THE CHRIST CHILD!
Glittering Lights and glistening snow.
So many presents 'neath my tree,
Thank you God, for the means to bestow...
The Season brings out our best sometimes.
Sometimes it doesn't, for,
We fear we cannot meet the demands,
Of each giftbearer, at our door...
Happy, still, I cannot help,
Feeling a little blue,
For the merriest Christmas was long ago,
When our Savior made His debut...
Not merry St. Nick with mistletoe,
Or stockings filled with joy;
But a woman who labored for hours,
And produced a miraculous baby Boy...
BEHOLD! THE CHRIST CHILD!