All the shoppers were scurrying
with many a frown
With gifts still to buy
for niece, nephew and son,
They wondered if shopping
would ever be done
The roads all were clogged
with cars big and small
Trying to get in or out
of some shopping mall
The drivers weren’t happy
each honking a horn
No sign of goodwill,
just plenty of scorn
Then out on a corner
a small group came together
just plenty of scorn
Then out on a corner
a small group came together
Although it was cold
they thought not of the weather
Once in their places,
they started their song
they thought not of the weather
Once in their places,
they started their song
With hopes to cheer drivers
as they traveled along
as they traveled along
Very few drivers
at first seemed to care
Most didn’t notice
even that they were there
Then little by little
windows started rolling down
As drivers began to wonder
what is that sound?
The words they heard
of a midnight clear
About a sacred birth of a baby so dear
With choirs of angels
gathered in a throng
To proclaim his coming
in beautiful song
The songs continued on
about peace on earth
And of the importance about peace on earth
of a virgin birth
About three kings
and the gifts that they brought
To the baby born king
whom they had sought
Lastly they sang about that one holy night
gave out a bright light
A child was born
to bring us salvation
Not just for a few,
to each and every nation
Soon many a driver
broke out in applause
Remembering the season
wasn’t about Santa Claus
It wasn’t about All the gifts they could buy
Or the food they had
when friends would drop by
It wasn’t about getting
the latest and best toy
Or something specialthe latest and best toy
to wear and enjoy
It wouldn’t be found
in any mall or store
Still it was something in any mall or store
that all should ask for
The season of Christmas is all about giving
to all of us living
He sent his son to live
and die on this earth
and die on this earth
To let us know
Our souls have true worth
When you sing the words Our souls have true worth
of “Silent Night Think of something special,
to give Him delight
to give Him delight
It’s not a shiny present
found under a tree
Sing "Happy Birthday, Jesus!found under a tree
I give my heart to thee"
Copyright Christmas 2013 - Christine Henderson
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