Though winter brings us snow and ice
It brings us Christmas too,
A time of year that we all love
When there's so much to do.
Through shops all a glitter
We search for things to buy,
And send them off to Santa
Before Rudolph’s sleigh is nigh.
With joy we watch a child's face
As we decorate the tree,
And every year we build within
A lasting memory.
We help write Santa's letter, which
Brings again a certain joy,
Asking him if he will bring, some
Very special toy.
Then at last it's Christmas Eve and
Each child's tucked in bed,
Where they dream of presents, from
The bearded man in red.
Finally all fast asleep, they miss
The bells of Rudolph’s sleigh
But their rustling of pretty paper
Tells us it's Christmas Day.
The cool crisp air where cirrus sweeps
like strands of angel hair flow deep,
in the heavens where faith resides
on this Christmastide.
As the light of day grows dim
and carolers sing familiar hymns,
scarved red and green, side by side
on this Christmastide.
In the night the bright bulbs glow,
lane by lane, row on row,
while the fire warms those inside
on this Christmastide.
At worship faithful praise and sing,
around the village church bells ring;
within this love we will abide,
on this Christmastide.
In silent night while children sleep,
mothers kneel and softly weep,
praying for a peace worldwide
on this Christmastide.
Out in the fields, no city lights
among the stars there in the night,
the brightest hope on high presides
on this Christmastide