Each Christmas we rejoice in lights
that sparkle on the tree
to cheer us through the winter nights;
but stand a while and see
the Christmas crib, the story told
of when, so long ago,
glad angels filled the sky with gold
while shepherds stood below.
In Bethlehem a brighter dawn
than all our lanterns give -
the Light of lights, a Child new born,
shines there that we might live.
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