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Twas the night before Xmas


Twas the night before Christmas, in a town called Bethlehem,  
Sir Joesph sought to find a place for him and his pregnant wife to hang,
Mary waited patiently as Joseph walked the town all day.

No one in town was serving hot coffee or tea, just a cold shoulder,
The innkeeper even turned them away,
No one in the town had not a place for them to lay,
There was no motel 6 or Quality inn just an old stable with hay,

Mothers were in the kitchen, like Martha Stewart,
Papas were drinking their fine wine and sweet breads in a rocking chair,
While the children sang songs and cuddled in their cribs,
You see their lives where just too busy to even care,

Twas the night of rejection by a town, not knowing a savior was near,
Oh Blessed Child of Mary, to whom the world would revere,
A Child who would shine on a town of rejectors, they now have a King to share
My, how the story ends, all doors now open, no rejection, here
Suddenly everyone seems to care,
About a child born in Bethlehem,

As the town began to celebrate,
Remembering both God and His gift,
The extraordinary light He gave to them,
Should give our spirits an extra lift.


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