T’was the night before Christmas

T’was the night before Christmas,
God glanced over the earth.
He looked to and fro,
All over it’s girth.
They missed it again He said with a sigh,
A heavy heart and a tear in his eye
I gave them my son,
So they could be free.
My greatest gift,
To them from me.
They traded me in,
For a man in red
A little tree,
And horse drawn sled
How do I save them
And make them see.
My love is complete,
My grace is free.
How do I help them,
When all they know
Is a talking snowman,
And a box with a bow.
Maybe next year,
they will stop and see.
The biggest gift of Christmas.
Is the little child from me

About Roger Overweg

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