Christmas Magic
The Christmas season starts earlier every year
Even before Thanksgiving, causing us to fear
That merchants spoil it, that it’s all about selling
That nothing can save it, nothing worth the telling
But soon we realize, we love this time of year
When our mailboxes daily bring words of cheer
When friends get together, sharing delicious fare
Exchanging thoughtful gifts, chosen with care
When the world lights up in multicolored hue
As stars and Angels, yes, Santa and reindeer too
We don’t mind Santa, we know the real deal
We know all about Jesus, and how we really feel
It seems like magic, the changes taking place
When music everywhere takes on a new face
Telling again the story we never tire of hearing
Of a baby born to man, a King of humble bearing
When the stars shine brighter and hope is reborn
Just as it was on that first Christmas morn
Our hearts are made tender, our spirits revive
Two thousand years later, because He’s still alive!
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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