He was born in a manger on a
cold winter's night,
No dasher or dancer not a
reindeer in sight.
A gift to mankind from
the Father above,
No stockings were hung by
any chimney's with love.
A plan for salvation was
the Father's desire,
there were no chestnuts
roasting on an open fire.
A hope for lost sinner's was
born long ago,
No one was dreaming of a
white Christmas with snow.
Christmas is Jesus'
birthday still to me,
And not a partridge living
in a tree.