Holly, ivy
baby’s in the nursery
white lights, cold night
cider-warm at yuletide
Carols, stories
angel crown’s the evergreen
tinsel, candles
ornaments and golden rings
And oh, oh, oh what a scene
we stand and watch our baby as he sleeps, softly
a bundled little ball of cloth and skin
Oh…
what a place to linger in
where his little life begins
I know how it feels
Fireside, silver
bells with an inscription
names and numbers
and “Here’s to your first Christmas”
And oh, oh, oh the perfect scene
we set the painted wooden figurines around
a tiny mess of cloth and God and hay
Oh…
what a strange and joyful day
what a brilliant way for Him to say
“I know how it feels”
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