The streets festooned like fairyland,
Attract the passers by.
As a mystic wave of a magic wand,
Sprinkling stardust in the eye.
Like a bedecked bride, adorned and grand,
There stands the Christmas tree;
Spreading wide her green, bejeweled hands
Beckoning you and me.
The manger scene silently speaks
Of God's love that first appeared,
As a little Babe so small and meek
So our fears may disappear.
Santa Claus, Carols and Christmas plays,
Pervade the festive air.
Where e'en the night seems like the day,
With bright laughter everywhere.
As one revels in all this fun,
Do we remember the reason?
For these celebrations for everyone,
The Son Who was born this season?
For Christmas without our Saviour,
Is hollow deep inside.
Let's to that manger draw near
And let Christ be glorified.
The Christmas star trills its refrain,
In a world growing bleak and blind.
Let's watch out for He's coming again,
Lest we be left behind!