There are sights for all to see: With cheery lights a village glows Set amidst the Winter Snows. Church bells lend a solemn sound, There are trains that wind around; Sleights and carriages in sight Add to everyone's delight. Carolers gather at the square, Listeners come from everywhere To give praise to God above For His blessed Gift of Love. There are presents neatly stacked That are, oh, so brightly wrapped. All in all, charming scene, Every bit a childhood dream. Lo, in a manager we behold God's Gift, more meaningful than gold: There, on a tiny bed of hay The precious Infant Savior lay. By Catherine Janssen Irwin |