What Is Christmas?
Is it bright lights on a tree
All strung so carefully with care
Causing children to squeal with glee
While others just stop and stare?
Is it parties that seemingly never end
Lasting long into the night
As we visit with family and friends
Even until morning light?
Is it people singing pretty songs
That lift our eyes above
This world and its wrongs
And fill our hearts with love?
Is it pretty paper and bows
Wrapping toys and other gifts so nice
Found up and down each row
and bought at such a high price?
Is it cards stamped and signed
Each with a message and our name
Sent to every name that we find
As who to send to becomes a game?
All of these things are fine
And may even have their place
To each of these there may be a time
As we go through life's race
But Christmas is really about a child
Born in a stable so very long ago
To a mother that was tender and mild
Who laid Him in a manger so low
But in that manger He did not stay
He went out and faced the world's strife
He lay down on top of a hill one day
And upon a Cross He gave His life
He was buried and rose again
To purchase eternal life for one and all
So that we can live a life without end
And make atonement for Adam's fall
So, Christmas is about One who was born
And now to His Father He does pray
For us when we feel so forlorn
That we may live with Him some glorious day
May we all remember the reason we celebrate Christmas.
