A Gift of Christmas

by: Aowenicles


Thank you Lord for everything
You made the moon and stars
That come out at night
With its golden light

While the stars that over sprinkler
All the heavens seem to twinkle
To the tintinnabulation that so Musically wells
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells

Whose privilege and joy,
A little homeless boy,
On Earth, both tame and wild
Upon the Christmas child

Whatever happens,
Whatever may be,
Here is what Christmas
Means to me