Christmas, what's Christmas daddy,
The little child said,
As he closed his little eyes,
And lay down his little head.
I thought for a while,
Then slowly scratched my head,
As I bent down on my knees,
And knelt right by his bed.
Well son, I started my reply,
People just don't seem to realize,
They think only of receiving gifts,
As the tears built up in my eyes.
It's not so easy to explain,
But it's so very simple too,
Christmas is the day God sent,
Jesus down for me and you.
Looking at his face,
As he drifted off to sleep,
I knew he didn't understand,
That Jesus is ours to keep.
Jesus was born on Christmas Day,
And he lived right here on earth,
So why don't people understand,
What we've acquired by his birth.
A chance to live up in the stars,
And sit right by God's side,
If we could just get the meaning straight,
About Christmas and abide.
So what is Christmas now to you,
Is it giving silly things,
Or is it simply thanking God,
For a chance to hear an angel sing.