By Bella Young
The memories, the memories, ah the memories
The memories of Christmas are all so grand
The carols, the carols, singing hand in hand
I wish I could go back and see the trees
The snow, the ornaments, the chilly breeze
My presents, my presents, each checked off the list
The bows! The wrapping! The gifts!
But let me persist,
What if Christmas became a night, where stars are hidden
The blanket of deep blue where distractions are forbidden
No stars, no bows, no gifts, who knows if food will come
But yet! Just hear, my dear, they’re near
No crumbs but hear the hums, the hums, the hums
Everybody hand in hand, singing together
No matter the cold weather, singing together
The money, the money, ah the money
Not as needed as it seems
Yes, money can be good
But keep the green in your dreams
Reality is here, just as reality is feared
But why! Let’s celebrate!
Young or old, weak or bold
Take notes from their examples
You don’t need money, or the gifts, or the bows
Don’t be a Christmas Vandal
For Jesus was born in a manger of hay
There He lay,
As poor as can be, but you see
There would be no Christmas without Him
So rejoice! Rejoice! And sing a hymn
Christmas is a celebration of love!