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When I think of Christmas
	And Christmas Memories
It is not of stuffing stockings
	Or even Christmas trees.

It is of going Caroling
	Out in the freezing cold
And acting out the story
	That has been so often told.

It is of wise men who followed 
	The Savior's natal star
Who never ceased their seeking
	Although they traveled far.

Of shepherds who could see Him
	In his manger stall,
Who never would have found Him
	In King Herod's hall.

So amid the trimmings 
	And the wrappings torn
We would take time to think of Jesus
	On this Christmas morn


For now that it is Christmas
	And all the bells do ring
And all the folk are friendly
	As they their carols sing,

What can I do that's different
	That will good memories make?
Who can I make happy, now,
	For my dear Savior's sake?

For it is not what's new or novel
	That makes a Christmas bright
But it is taking time for Jesus
	As they did that Christmas night

And it is not how much we've gotten
	Nor how much we know.
It's taking time to be child like
	As we were so long ago.

When wars didn't really matter
	And politics was unknown
When we came to church not "to learn"
	Nor so we "wouldn't be alone"

But to feel like we were with them,
	The shepherds and the kings,
And what we felt we cannot tell.
	For the joy was not found in things

But in being with God's people
	And hearing once again
The angels and the chorus
	And Heaven's great "Amen"



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GHVS 1996