The cool crisp air hitting my lungs

The rush of warmth by the fire through my veins it runs  

Stockings are hung upon the fireplace

And decorations emerge from their year round case

Gingerbread in the oven

Families spreading the lovin’

The sweet scent of burning candles

And presents by the mantle

All this and more

But we must remember the celebration’s core

God’s gift to the world

Our savior comfy and furled

In the Mother Mary’s arms

She places him in the manger sitting in the old barn

Born in the sacred city of Bethlehem

When no one would welcome them

An angel floating above

Watching over the baby with love

The true joy of the season

Jesus is the reason