Tax time is here,
and we've traveled so very far,
hundreds of miles to pay our share,
on a burdened donkey.
It's cold this time of year.
I am so very sorry
that I cannot see your whole plan,
I don't know where to birth this child,
there are no rooms at the Inn
and the time draws near.
Thank you for this stable.
I've blankets enough for the child.
Yes, yes, I remember the name,
Emmanuel, Lord of Light, meek and mild;
Oh Father, his eyes are amazing!
This child shall melt hearts of stone.
He has all ten fingers, and all ten toes,
surely, he shall lead the masses home;
back to your loving embrace.
Did you see those men who traveled so far?
They said they followed a star by night,
they brought gold, frankincense and myrrh,
said they dreamed of Jesus' birth tonight.
A Holy night.
This child conceived in Holiness,
I bring you, now, your son;
born of water, flesh, and Spirit.
Let Thy will be done.
Watch over him, please.