Mommy, will you tell me what those lights are for?
And, why is there a tree on our living room floor?
Why are there gifts placed underneath?
And, what is that thing you call a wreath?
Why did you put large socks on the wall?
The things you are doing make no sense at all.
Daddy said this is what Christmas is about,
Fixing our house up, inside and out.
But, this isn't the story that I was told,
So, please, won't you tell me so I will know?
The story I heard was told at the church,
A tale of a special baby boy's birth.
Born in a stable, a manger for a bed.
By the light of a star that shone overhead.
The angels of heaven rejoiced at his birth,
The King who was sent to save the Earth.
Of wise men who followed that radiant light,
To find a small child that miraculous night.
Bringing him gifts no other king had received,
Bowing before him, each on their knees.
On second thought, I know who those presents are for.
Stacked in large piles on our living room floor.
They are gifts for our King, a token of love,
To thank him for coming from heaven above.
I like the pretty paper and shiny big bows,
I hope when he sees them, this he will know
That though we weren't there in that little town
The city of Bethlehem, in which he was found
That today, just as then, we value his worth.
And rejoice like the angels, on the day of his birth.
I hope the lights on our home show him the way
To the gifts we offer, under the tree where they lay.
And, when he sees the pretties that hang on the tree,
The ones we made, my mommy and me,
I hope Jesus knows on this Christmas night,
That my parents told me the story just right.
And I won't forget what this day is about,
Fixing our house up, inside and out.