I hear the songs of Christmas almost everywhere I go;
I see the shoppers rushing as their baskets overflow.
I watch the children wishing as they pass each toy in turn;
And parents frown in worry thinking, “Not on what I earn.”

There’s a Santa Claus in every store and snowmen on each shelf;
There’s reindeer to be bought and sold and a movie titled “Elf.”
Buy this candle! Buy this bell! Buy this can of “snow!”
Need some holly? Need some ribbon? Need some mistletoe?

Nativities have just become a part of all the hype;
Does anyone believe a baby really came that night?
So many songs about Him sung by those who don’t believe;
The gift that matters, many have neglected to receive.

The Reason for the Season is not just a catchy phrase;
The baby born on Christmas is The One Who Shapes Our Days.
Sweet child He was, but even more, He came to give us life;
His love is not a gift that fades--it takes away our strife.

Don’t leave Him in the manger as your Christmas fades away;
Remember that He died for you another fateful day.
Accept the gift He came to give and take the cross He bore;
Receive new life--become the child He wants to come back for.