Christmas is not about Stuff
Gifts and presents 'neath a tree,
But about the Lord's great love,
Not 'bout reindeers, elfs and gnomes,
Nor a merry Santa Claus,
Brightly decorated homes,
Nor dainties wrapped in foil or gauze.
But about God's mercy's throne,
Loving so much fallen earth
That He sent His only son
As a human to take birth.
In a stable, poor and small
Lies the one who ever is,
The creater of the All,
Swaddling clothes wrap His knees.
Only boundless love can give
Of its essence, being, core,
So that man shall ever live
With this Love forever more.
Love untellable, - what tongue
Could such wondrous love being,
And strike up a worthy song
To praise God, the Savior King.