A Christmas Spirit
He stopped believing in Christmas when his mama died
On each Holy night He made a wish for Christmas Spirit to be out of his life.
On every Christmas eve this cursing wish was granted,
In his town,No Santa Clause,Nor a reindeer or a sleigh was ever seen.
The grotto remained empty,Carols unsung,there was not one yuletide tree.
The last flicker of a candle was blown off by a misty breeze,
He stopped smiling, stopped believing and praying on his knees.
There were no presents to give, for those He cherished or those in need.
There were no greetings to share with neighbours and strangers.
Darkness, anger, fear,loss and uncertainity ,stole his childhood melodies.
But once upon a Christmas night ,he heard the church bells chime
He heard his mama call him back,from a shining star of light.
But once upon a Christmas night,he heard the church bells chime
He heard his mama call him back to the love of Jesus Christ.
He returned where He belonged with teardrops in his eyes
He shouted to the crowd beneath the falling snow
'Merry Christmas, He is born,He makes our life sublime.
Jesus Christ is born not only in our dreams
Jesus Christ is real ,He lives inside our hearts If only We believe.
He protects us on this earth,and in heaven too.
Its a time to rejoice,to feel the joy, to taste the kiss, Of a December bliss.
Christmas is alive in our inner child
who plays with little elves and presents on the shelves.
Christmas is alive in our inner child
who cheers the you and me.It is alive within each man
who doubt not the blessings He is not yet to see.
Jesus Christ is born in this short journey that we lead
Angels from the sky will help us to believe.'
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