The Christmas Poem

Of the Savior who died for you and me

He was born in a stable and had a feed trough for a bed

Since in the inn there was no room to lay his head

Who gets the most expensive gifts is not the meaning of this day

It is about the little baby who was born in the hay

Christmas lights twinkle and trees are all aglow

Silent Night is playing soft and low

Children's eyes light up as they awake on Christmas morn'

But let us not forget on this day Who was born

A silent night and a holy night when even the shepherds came

To see the precious child who was born and Jesus is his name

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Original Christmas poem