T’was the night before Christmas, God glanced over the earth.
He looked to and fro, all over it’s girth.
They missed it again, He said with a sigh,
a real heavy heart and a tear in His eye.
I gave them my Son, so they could be free.
My greatest gift to them, from me.
They traded me in for a man in red.
A little tree and a horse drawn sled.
How do I save them and make them see,
my love is complete and my grace is free.
How do I help them, when all they know,
is a talking snowman and a box with a bow.
Maybe next year they will stop and see, the greatest gift of Christmas is the child sent from me.
He looked to and fro, all over it’s girth.
They missed it again, He said with a sigh,
a real heavy heart and a tear in His eye.
I gave them my Son, so they could be free.
My greatest gift to them, from me.
They traded me in for a man in red.
A little tree and a horse drawn sled.
How do I save them and make them see,
my love is complete and my grace is free.
How do I help them, when all they know,
is a talking snowman and a box with a bow.
Maybe next year they will stop and see, the greatest gift of Christmas is the child sent from me.
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