Christmas is that time of year.
That brings with it a wealth of cheer.
Fires glowing all around,
as the snow falls on the ground.
Presents wrapped under the tree.
Are they for you, or are they for me?
Close your eyes and keep them tight,
as the magic of Christmas appears through the night.
One thing I ask you not to forget.
There wasn’t a single room to let.
In a stable there they found,
a baby boy lay on the ground.
So when you’re counting down the days.
Don’t let the true meaning of Christmas fade.
As you open that very last door,
who knows what this Christmas holds in store.