A Christmas Story
A Christmas Story
By R
obert Fischer
Copyright 1995
About this time of year,
There comes a celebration,
When the child in everyone,
Has great anticipation.
With boxes bows, candy canes,
Hot Spiced cider, model trains,
lots of carols and the tree,
How much more is there to see?
Giving, Caring, love and sharing,
They are all good, but . . .
Long ago, far across the sea,
In a little town,
Where there wasn't much to see.
No lights, no tree,
No things to catch your eye,
If you listen very close,
You may hear him cry.
I multitude of angels, and shepherds gather round,
Animals are watching,
And kings are kneeling down.
It is the birth,
Of a very special child,
Who is very humble,
Gentle meek and mild.
So remember,
When you gaze upon that tree,
The birth of a special child,
Who died for you and me.
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