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Click hereI remember long ago when I was just a tot,
Christmas meant much more to me than the presents that I got.
We sang old Christmas carols, a happy lot were we
v as we all worked together every Christmas Eve.
Our handpicked tree stood newly trimmed with tinsel, lights, and balls.
v Our stockings hung upon the hearth and garlands decked the walls.
We children watched excitedly as Mom arranged the nativity set,
v the manger was left empty, because Christ was not born yet.
The cattle, sheep, and Mary's ass stood quietly aside,
v while Joseph waited patiently with his young expectant bride.
With the dawn of Christmas morn part of our delight,
v was seeing that baby Jesus appeared somehow that night.
Now the angel was in her place, holding her special light,
v and Shepherds stood all about, gazing at this wondrous sight.
The wise men and their camels, placed a ways away,
v were moved a little bit closer, each and every day.
We always had to be mindful, and not move them too much,
v for they had to arrive at the proper time, their trip we could not rush.
The real 12 days of Christmas, for those that do not know,
v are because the wise men came so far and traveled very slow.
I have forgotten nearly every gift I have opened Christmas day
but my memories of the nativity will never go away.
When you think of Christmas, what shows in your mind's eye;
worthless bits of worn-out toys, or the baby born to die?
In this age where everything is “politically correct,”
I see people try to hide what we should not forget.
Christmas is not just a name for a holiday of greed,
it is the birthday of the greatest man the world has ever seen.