I walked through the crowded stores,
watching people there.
Mothers scurrying, fathers hurrying,
Minds quite filled with care.
I left and walked into the night,
wondering as I went,
did God want Christmas kept this way?
Is this why Christ was sent?

As I looked out into the night,
I saw a stable, bare.
I saw the manger filled with hay;
A Child was lying there.
The quiet became an angel’s song –
the air was music clear.
My heart was filled with wonder
for I knew God was near.

Then, as I gazed, the night grew dark;
Each tree became a cross.
Music no longer filled the air –
the angel’s song was lost.
The stars fashioned a crown of thorns
to grace the Savior’s head,
for from a stable to a cross
our Savior’s path had led.

Then my heart knew where Christmas was –
what Christmas really meant,
for God the Father gave His heart
when His dear Son He sent.
To save a lost and dying world,
Christ left His home above –
Now, I know without a doubt
that Christmas is God’s love.

I John 4:10  Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins.