I Remember Christmas

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I 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.

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