Every minute, of every hour
Somewhere upon this earth
There's a mother, to a child, giving birth
Many years ago, in a place called Bethlehem
Two poor peasants came
They were seeking shelter and some warmth

Having no importance, wealth, or gold
They were put out into the bitter winter cold,
To a stable, they went
No windows, no walls, not even closing doors
Only sheep, cattle, and dirty muddy floors
Can a place be more humble and lowly
Could a place like this later be called holy?
What is the reason
In this cold season
For strange things to occur?

Over the manger, a star did appear
Or maybe it was just a joyful light
It was to show this place, so dirty and forlorn
Where a great king was to be born
In this squalor, a baby boy was born
A child that by the very mention of his name
The world would never be the same
Hardened hearts would melt away
Over this infant in the hay

Thousands of years after,
This birthday is still celebrated
With feasts, lights, carols, and some laughter
That was thousands of years ago
And to this day, the world is still aglow.
What happened on that wintry night?
Over the manger, there was a star
Or maybe it was just a light
This birth had been foretold
By the prophets, in the scriptures, oh so old

He was to be Israel's messiah
He was to be named Emmanuel
We know Him as the Prince of Peace
The everlasting King of Glory:
And now you know this child's story

That's the true reason
For this special season
That's why in every nation
There's a celebration
When we can say
Merry Christmas
We call it Christmas Day

That's the answer to the question
And again, we're here to say
He's the one and only reason
For this very joyous season