Christmas is found in my name.
In the place where a lonely manger once stood.
Christmas was born in a damp, cold day;
Neither in December or the likes of June.
Christmas had no carols at night.
Humiliation harmonized the air,
For the noble man that forgave his wife
of chosen sin and unwanted heir.
Christmas had no tinsel on evergreen
But it did have gold, incense, and myrrh.
More than that, it had our dream
Love incarnate brought down to Earth.
Christmas had no greater tidings
than to see the star bright shown.
For it told of news in desperate hiding
that Salvation and Truth was born.
Christmas was not all pleasant
King's were seeking wanted blood.
And though we forget this in the present
We must remember who overcomes.
Christmas is not found in Kmart;
Its found where my name once stood.
Its in every time and every heart
Where Jesus' love still blooms.
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