The real meaning of Christmas
It's almost that time of the year,
when department stores light up with cheer.
Where tire chains are sold and trees made of gold,
are on stock for their customers dear.
So they run in and pick up their gifts, Just laughing and leaving their tips.
To the box boys they show of the money they blow. And the proud words that come from their lips.
Not thinking at all of the way, or the baby that was born in the hay.
Or of the star that shown down on the Bethlehem town, and the Wise Men that came there to pray.
They traveled on camel so far, and paid heed to this bright shining star. And the gifts that they gave had great meaning that day, because that was Christmas in a wonderful way.
Though the real meaning of Christmas has gone, but let's hope not for just everyone.
Mostly little children that jingle and believe in Chris Cringle , let's let them believe in for fun "OK".
So thanks for sending your baby that day, I know he died on that hill far away.
To him I give thanks in my own special way, and thank him for giving me my Christmas Day.