Do you see the star above us
Like a cross of heav’nly light
It began to shine so long ago
On that one wondrous night

As He lay with Mary close by
In His manger of golden hay
Did He see the cross before Him
Three and thirty years away

He will come again
But ‘til that day is here
Let us live our lives
In the words of the Son
“Oh Father, Thy will be done.”

We will wait for that Good Friday
In the hope of Easter morn
But tonight rejoice and celebrate
For Jesus Christ is born
He is born
He is born
The Child is born.

Posted in: Exit Stage Write | Comments(0) | December 2007

It came upon a midnight clear-y
While I pondered weak and weary
What gifts to offer you my dearie
Within the budget I’d set in store
Quoth my wallet, “Nevermore”

Through this silent and holy night
While all else is calm and bright
My pockets quake at the sight
As I meekly enter the grand mall’s door
Quoth my wallet, “Nevermore”

But joy to the world, there’s a world of joy
That lets poor men our songs employ
In lieu of costly trinket, bauble or toy
To express love to the dearest we adore
Quoth our hearts, “Forevermore.”

(With apologies to Edgar Allan Poe and the blessed authors of the Christmas carols )

Posted in: Exit Stage Write | Comments(0) | December 2007