I’d  like to think  that  I recall
The  tender years  when I was small,
I  sat upon my  grandpa’s  knee
And  snuggled  while he read  to me.
There  was a story  I  loved best
Both  head and shoulders o’er  the rest
About  the night  our Christ  was born
And  how the world  rejoiced that  morn
As  angels sang  and skies  did glow
The  world did kneel  and honor show.
God  placed  His star  high in the sky
With  earth  to note its  passing by,
His  promise of  eternal  peace
And  from all  sin,  at last release !
AMEN.