Christmastime

Candy canes, counting days,
Kids who still believe.
Falling snow, mistletoe,
Trimming the tree.
Lying underneath the glow
Of colored strings of lights.
Dreaming of Christmas night.
Popcorn chains, china plates,
The smell of pumpkin pie.
Wrapping gifts, ornaments,
Stockings hung high.
Baking cookies and reading stories,
A different tale each night.
Seeing it again through a child’s eyes…
It’s the hope
That one day, the world will know peace.
It’s the love
That you feel, when you help those in need.
It’s shepherds who followed
A star in the night.
We’re all wrapped up in the gift of
Christmastime.
Holy night, a gift divine,
Unto us has come.
A perfect child, baby mild.
And holding her Son,
Mary sings a lullaby
While perfectly He sleeps.
And she wonders what this miracle will bring…
It’s the sound
Of Heaven, as angels sing.
It’s the grace
That only the Savior will bring.
It’s wise men who follow Him
Each day of their lives.
All wrapped up in the gift of
Christmastime.
It’s wise men who follow Him
Each day of their lives.
It’s hope.
And peace.
It’s warmth and light.
It’s love.
And joy, and life.
It’s Christmastime.