Is it just a day at the end of the year,
A season of joy, merry making and cheer,
Is it people and presents and glittering trees?
Ah no, it is more than any if these.
For under the tinsel and hidden from sight,
Is the promise and meaning of that first Christmas night,
When the shepherds stood in wondering awe,
And felt transformed by what they saw.
So let us not in our search for pleasure.
Forget our right to this priceless treasure.
For Christmas is still a God given day,
And let us remember to keep it that way.
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