I thank You, God for Christmas true:
The gift of Christ to me, from You.
Christ left His throne to come to earth.
From Prince, to Babe of lowly birth.
His earthly father was a stranger.
His mother bore Him in a manger.
No newscast flashed around the world.
No grandioso flags unfurled.
No pompous statesmen, gifts did bring.
No one to say, "He is a King."
No dazzle. Just the moonlight dim.
Just ox and ass to welcome Him.
Some shepherds, on that dark, dark night
They hastened to the Babe so sweet.
Bright, in the East, there shone a star.
Wise Magi saw it from afar.
Those wise Men brought Him gifts of worth.
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