Three Magi traveling from afar guided By a very bright star,
With gifts of incense, gold and myrrh For an infant who lay in a crib of hay As the angels all sing alleluia alleluia It’s Christmas day.
On that morning we go to church, we kneel and pray, giving thanks to the infant in his bed of hay and to Mary his mother most high. At home the tree shining so bright, the kids shouting in glee as they open their gifts under the tree.
And as we gather round the table