I look to the sky ... oh bright star of Christmas night,
guide my spirit toward home,
with fireplace burning warm,
laced with holly and scented of chestnuts,
as children surround singing hymns of season,
journey to find the meaning, the soul of two millennia ago.
A birth that meant forgiveness to all,
and life in the hereafter,
for we shed our sin,
thanks to the Chosen One,
who sacrificed body and mortal presence,
to give eternal bliss.
Yes ... I believe!
I believe in the sanctity,
the spirit of season,
not of material gifts and greed,
tellin’ the corruption of Man!
I long for bygone days of innocence.
I live to remember the peace for all,
goodwill toward men,
toward the entire human race.
A simpler time when feast shared,
life with stranger and foe.
Enemy became friend this night,
as killing halted along battle lines,
as soldiers sang Christmas Carols,
and traded gifts and food with opposing sides.
Oh, I do indeed long for that forgotten era innocence,
where jaded views didn’t exist,
and cynics were nevermore …
’Tis indeed Christmas to me …
a long, long time ago!
