Skies laden with stars so bright
See rooftops adorned with colored lights,
Carols chase the still winds,
And the bells are sounding
But behind this frosted window
It still is Christmas Eve.
Beneath the tree, presents galore,
Some to be opened at Christmas dawn
See the households rejoice and feast,
The world awaits the Saviour’s birth
A time to reflect, spread love and joy
It still is the eve before Christmas Day.
People crowd the streets and they cheer,
All come together, far and near.
Give heartily, sing merrily,
Love wholly, eat fully
The King is born in some hours
But for now it is still Christmas Eve.
Anticipation has chased the hours away
And the little ones croon in beds as they lay
The King of kings, He lies swathed in a manger
Meek and humble is our born Saviour.
Christmas is here with her precious gift.
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