Merry Christmas

Three wise men with frankinsense Gold and myrrh packed up their tents And headed east through gate and fence (No Google maps for reference) Behold that star up there they said It stopped, look, right above his bed According to the books we've read This babe's a crown upon his head Meanwhile shepheards watched their flocks In overcoats and woolly socks An angel came (with curly locks) Said God is love and Jesus rocks You see that star up in the east? It means we're headed for a feast So gather corn and kill the beast Let's celebrate the very least The baby's in a crib of hay Seems fitting he should sleep that way So when we come to Christmas day It's gratitude that we display Take a moment as you dine To poor a glass of bubbly wine Acknowledge all that's good and fine Bless you all good friends of mine Merry Christmas Everyone