It's three days after Christmas
And all through the house
The parents are nervous
About their checking accounts
They sit and they tally
The figures with care
And discover what they used
To have is no longer there
The lights that were hanging
Shot the bills through the sky
And the bill collectors, smilingly,
Are standing by
The fifty dollar doll
You thought was brand new
Has an arm and leg missing,
And the head broke off, too
With tears of depression,
You say, "What a sight"
When you leave Christ out of Christmas
It never turns out right
No lights, tree, or present
Could ever represent
The marvelous gift
That our God sent
So, next time, my friends,
Let's get thing right
Make Jesus Christ your all
And have a blessed night
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