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We Don’t Have a Christmas Tree

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.

 

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