T’was the night before Christmas,
God glanced over the earth
He looked to and fro,
All over its girth.
They missed it again He said with a sigh,
A 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 horse-drawn sled.
How do I save them,
And make them see.
My love is complete
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 biggest gift of Christmas
Is the little child from me.
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