The Christmas Eve
One that night,
Mary held tight
while Only Jesus mattered
All wise men had gathered
Through the prayers that were sent
They were never bent
All heads held high
Twelve o'clock was way past by
The night went still, raising palms
Air filled with thee songs
Angels getting glimpses through the trees
No confusion went through the mind of He
That night was a while ago
That really doesn't matter so,
We celebrate to this day
Without breaking down in the rain
Were helped make it through
Our sins are only known by who
But let us forget about that stuff
Only open present from generations above.
Hope you have a wonderful Christmas!
