The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the land
People were bustling
With gifts in their hand

But this year is different
They're not going all out
They're getting back to the meaning
Of what Christmas is about

We're at war this year
Brought on by terror
But rather than fearful
We've all pulled together

Our children as always are tucked in their beds
With visions of sugarplums dancing in their heads
Their stockings are hung by the chimney with care
Hoping that St. Nicholas soon will be there

Their grandmas and grandpas
Their moms and their dads
Their aunts and their uncles
Are more peaceful and glad

They're thankful for families
For freedom and love
And thanking their Maker
The good Lord above

We'll hear all those sleigh bells
It's Santa again
But when we thank  Santa
God will hear our Amen

As Santa lays his finger aside of his nose
Knowing what's next...up the chimney he rose
We'll hear him exclaim as he rides out of sight
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!

Looking up at the stars
Where we knew he took flight
We'll pray and be thankful
For this wonderful night!

We'll open our presents
And give thought to our danger
And quietly think of
That Babe in the Manger

© 2001 By Susan L. Anderson
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