We don’t have a Christmas tree
to mark this time of year.
No boughs of pine or crimson holly
to usher in the cheer.
We have a manger scene instead.
No Santa. No bright light.
A doll lies in the manger bed
like Jesus lay that night.
The doll is all alone and cold.
Did Jesus feel that way?
The way the story’s always told,
it was a happy day.
God disrobed His glorious might
to live in cold and need.
He wrapped himself for death that night
that we might all be freed.
He came from angels, light and love
to darkness, sin and fear.
From holy splendor up above
to all the sadness here.
When I look at my lonley manger,
I don’t think of ‘nice’.
He walked among us, died a stranger.
Love is sacrifice.