When December snows start falling and we string the christmas lights, the green tree is heavy laden decorations all so bright.

The sweet pine scents fill my nostrils and the cooking has begun. Everyone so very merry all the hearts are full of fun.

Then I dreamt I saw a manger on the night that Christ was born. Ne'er was there a night so holy heavenly nimbus lights adorn.

Soft angelic voices sing holy night and alleluiah, praises to the new born king.

A bright star in magic splendor in its docile setting shone. Sheperds come to see the infant, kneeling by his humble throns.

Then I knelt before my savior, touched the cradle where he lay and I heard angelic voices as I slept upon the hay. Morning came and gifts were opened. But the only gift I chose... was still laying in the manger all wrapped up in swaddling clothes.

Luke2:7: And she brought forth her first born son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes and laid him in a manger because there was no room for them in the Inn.