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All filled with tinsel and gifts
And shoppers prepared with their holiday lists; 
Big trees fill our homes and lights glow from our roofs
Each child tucked in bed listening for eight tiny hoofs; 

Parents scurry about to make things just right 
Because Santa will be here for its Christmas Eve night; 
We’ve maxed out our cards and shopped ‘til we dropped
We fought through the crowd for the last toy in stock;

Each year that passes, we swear to no more
Now the night before Christmas and we’ve cleaned out the stores; 
All the gifts are wrapped with pretty bows and paper 
We must enjoy it now because we’ll pay for it later; 

We listen to choirs and sing jingle bells
We even toss coins into little red pails; 
We quickly pass Angels attached to the trees
For we forget about others who truly have needs;

It’s Santa with his bag of toys and his magical sleigh
Frosty the Snowman sings, dances and plays;
For Jack Frost and the Grinch are kin no doubt
On Dasher and Dancer the ole’ man shouts; 

These stories are familiar and very well known
But we forget the one of the King on the throne; 
This stress of the season it all starts to build
And then we remember a story in a field; 

There were Angels, stars, shepherds and sheep
They stood in such awe and spoke not a peep; 
They followed a star to a far away land
With no more than themselves and a staff in their hand; 

The journey was long but there was no anger
No traffic or malls just a small little manger; 
No stockings were hung, no gifts or trees
Only Mary and Joseph who bowed on their knees; 

When the shepherds arrived, they met a beautiful sight
The baby who was born on that bright, starry night; 
No Rudolph, Santa or the man made of snow
Only the new baby Jesus wrapped in swaddling clothes; 

For this is God’s gift that can’t be bought with a price
Even Jesus himself had to pay with his life; 
Though we charged up the bill, he paid the debt meant for us
And we thank him by changing his name to an “X” with a “mas”;  


Christmas is no more about Christ and his birth
It’s all about gifts and what we can charge ‘til it hurts; 
We’ve no time for the truth, only fairytale plays; 
About eight tiny reindeer and a man with a sleigh

It’s not Christmas in December on the 25th 
It’s a “holiday” for all those who want to forget; 
For twas the night before Christmas and you should ask yourself this, 
have I included Christ on my list.
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