That’s What Christmas Means to Me
I don’t have decorations or a tree,
They’re not what Christmas means to me.
No stockings or cookies or gifts to see,
That’s not what Christmas means to me.
No holiday parties, no cards or carols.
You must think I’m the Grinch,
With no heart and no Christmas apparel.
It’s actually a birthday, I hope you can see.
A savior was born amid the debris,
Soon there were wise men, down on their knees.
He put aside His crown,
For the earth to come down.
He lived His life to die for you and me,
That’s what Christmas means to me.
Jesus is the reason I celebrate the day,
He was God’s gift as He lay in the hay.
So as you gaze upon the star atop your tree,
Remember that first Christmas and who was born for thee!
His love is a gift, no cost it’s free.
You just have to ask Him down on your knees.
Then next Christmas you will say indeed,
Jesus is the reason, that’s Christmas for me.