Jesus, My Family and Me

It's now December 23rd; I sit alone lost in my thoughts;
Of Christmas from my childhood, and the love and joy it brought.
There wasn't much to spare back then; Daddy worked hard to provide;
And he taught us all about Jesus, with Mama faithful by his side.

We never went without, though we didn't have a lot.
What we had was worth way more, than money could have bought.
And the times I treasure most, of all my Christmas memories,
Were the times with just Jesus, my family and me.

I see all of the bright lights; there's decorations all around.
I hear bells and choirs singing, and all the other Christmas sounds.
We're all so busy these days, always running to and fro;
With the hustle and the bustle, seems we're always on the go.

I long for peace and quiet, like way back in the day;
When we celebrated Christmas, in a much simpler way.
Like the times I treasure most, of all my Christmas memories,
When it was just Jesus, my family and me.

We have gatherings and parties, and programs to attend.
And I catch myself just wishing, it would all come to an end.
It's no longer 'bout the Christ child, or about His humble birth.
It's not about the reason, God sent His son to earth.

Now it's about a man in red, that travels magically;
Putting gifts in stockings, the night of Christmas eve.
We must recall the reason, of why Christmas came to be;
'Cause it's all about just Jesus, my family and me.

Now please don't get me wrong, we sang Christmas carols too.
We made homemade decorations; had gifts, though they were few;
Then two weeks before the big day, Daddy'd come home with a tree;
From the pasture and far from perfect; but our hearts were filled with glee.

We'd help Mama decorate, that simple little tree.
With paper chains and ornaments, we'd made so proudly.
She'd put the gifts beneath it; set up the nativity.
Then we'd read the Christmas story; together making memories.

The times I treasure most of all my Christmas memories,
Were the times with just Jesus, my family and me.