One day, I sat near the window;
Wondering strange things how.
I read, 'He was conceived of the Holy Spirit';
There flowed thro' my soul an electric current.
Tears filled my eyes;
Coz' that says my price.
"What will You do on Your birthdays, Lord?
Will they sing to you in perfect chord?"
"So who told you that was my birthday?!
Show me that person, if you may!"
Don't you know Santa is nothing more than the deception of Satan;
Was it for that virtual man, our Lord was beaten?
Jingle bells Jingle bells Jingle all the way
No No No that's not the salvation way!
Exchange the gift of Love and Care wherever you can;
And this is why we were created as man..
Party, Lights, Stars, Merry making and Fun
Forgetting it was not for that, the Lord sent His Son!
My Lord is not a cake for you, to have on special occasions;
If you so much love him, daily make a proclamation...
You can never please the God with your customs;
Deny the traditions and break it's systems..
Don't make yourself a festival, taking Lord's name in vain;
Breaking His commandment, causes Him pain.
It's December, So what?
That's not the gift we've got!
May it be August, September, October;
Celebrate His presence whatsoever!!!