Church Bells are ringing, Choirs of angels singing It is the birth of a King.
Christmas trees sparkling so bright Children dance in sheer delight Under the tree, in a manager of hay where the Christ the new born baby lay. The light of the Northern Star guides three Magi’s from afar
bringing with them the gifts of incense, myr, and gold for the infant to behold. On Christmas morning as we arise comes the smell of Mom’s apple pie! Under the tree our presents await as we hurry to church, we must not be late. We kneel before the manager of hay where the Christ Child so peacefully lay. We ask him to guide us, always be near, although just an infant, we know he can hear. How lucky we are that we can kneel and pray and celebrate this glorious Christmas Day.