The lights are brightly shining
There's baubles on the tree
The gifts are wrapped and waiting
For the time we honor thee
A tiny baby in Bethlehem
All wrapped in swaddling joy
A happy, happy birthday
To Mary's little boy.
But on the cross of Calvary
Our hopes and dreams were hung.
For they placed my Jesus
While he was yet so young
And all the Christmas presents
Are but an empty plan
For we can't celebrate the babe
And forget about the man.
