Oh, where is the Christ Child of Christmas?
Now, what have they done unto Him?
God sent His dear Son from heaven:
a Gift, to save us from sin.
But on that historic, first Christmas
they could not find room in the Inn.
Christ was born in a barn, with the cattle--
on some hay, in a musty feed bin.

They call this the blest Christmas season.
Excitement explodes through the air.
The streets are so crowded with people
who dash in and out, here and there.
They're driven into a wild frenzy.
They're caught in the mad buyer's snare.
But where is the Christ Child of Christmas?
Have you seen Him around anywhere?

The streets are ablaze with bright lighting.
The malls are all bursting with toys.
We see Santa Clause and his reindeer
enticing small girls, and wee boys.
There's holly, and tinsel, and trinkets.
There's music, and laughter, and noise.
There is food, and there's fun, and there's frolic.
But it's hard to find any real JOY.

Oh, where is the Christ Child of Christmas?
Pray, what have we done unto Him?
Is He pushed away off in a corner?
Or lost midst the wrappings and trim?
He stands at the door, and He's knocking.
Will we be inviting Him in?
Or will CHRIST be removed from our XMAS
just because we've no room in our inn?

Copyright Helen Dowd

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