We wish you all a Merry Christmas . . . with thoughts of joy
Thinking of two thousand years ago of a special little boy.
He was born in a stable . . . laid in a Manger filled with hay.
God sent His own dear Son that all who believes, could come His way.

What a Holy night it must have been that we remember it still!
And all who come through this Christ Child is in Gods will.
He will come again to claim His own. This is what He said,
After He grew from a Babe in the Manger to a man instead.

He had not a place, where to lay His head, my heart aches so
For all the sorrow and hurt that our Savior had to know.
We celebrate Christmas because Jesus was born, so dear
And in our hearts, let us all believe and hold Him near.

The shepherds saw the Angels, the magi the bright star,
Guiding them to the little Baby Jesus to a place from afar.
All through the years its been a time to love and rejoice;
Knowing our little Savior came, His Fathers will to voice.

Wont it be wonderful when He comes again to bring us home;
Never more in this wicked old world to have to roam?
He’ll come in a cloud and the Angels will Praise Him with a shout.
All through the years, that’s what Christmas is all about.

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