Why do we do it,
This hustle and bustle?
The cards. The gifts.
The garlands that rustle.
Everything’s perfect
For the One we’re expecting.
Not Santa. Not Rudolph.
The One we’re forgetting.
It’s Jesus who came,
A vulnerable child.
He left heaven’s comforts,
For a world that’s gone wild.
The ultimate gift!
The one we try to out-do.
As each year we forget,
That he gave his life, too.
‘Tis the season of expectation,
Remembrance, and awe
For the one who loves us,
So much, he gave us his all.
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