For me presents have never really mattered This too is not the real meaning of Christmas So when you are celebrating The gift of God's only son For one day He would die for us So each year when Christmas comes
Some people think it's
presents
Wrapped up pretty and placed under a tree
Decorated with
many ornaments and lights
That gives Christmas it's true meaning.
I love being together as
a family
Having a good meal of turkey
Stuffing and all the
trimmings.
This I know to be so
true
It is the gift of a special infant
The Christ child, born for
me and you.
Exchanging gifts and good
cheer
Remember that there was one special gift
Which we should
celebrate this time each year.
Jesus, was to be his name
A child who
would become a man
And bring salvation to you and me.
Upon a wooden cross upon a
hill
To bear the sins of all of us
To give up his life, to do His
Father's will.
I stand before the creche
To
gaze at this little child
The true gift of Christmas.
R. D. G. Nov/98 ©1999
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