‘Twas the Night of the First Christmas


Twas the night of the first Christmas when all through the town,
The streets were all crowded with people milling around.

All the hotels and motels, signs flashing in red,
No vacancy at all, not even one bed.

There must be a place to my wife I confide.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “God will provide.”

At the last house I arose such a clatter.
The owner came out to see what was the matter.

My wife, great with child, he saw in a flash.
“Please sir a room, I can pay you with cash.”

As the moon cast its light on the scene down below.
The gentleman showed us the way we should go.

When what to my eyes should appear?
A clean little stable, he said, “You can stay here.”

He got us fresh hay so lively and quick.
And he said, “This little ‘ol manger should do the trick.”

He finished and left never giving his name.
But I’m sure of this he will always have fame.

Now faster and faster the labor pains quicken.
The animals gather around and quietly listen.

I grab a small torch to light up the stall.
Then up to my wife I tenderly crawl.

I brushed back her hair as she gives out a sigh.
As joy fills our hearts we both start to cry.

Now off on a hillside an angel flew.
To lowly Shepherds to share the good news.

Then suddenly the glory of the Lord shown all around.
And the Shepherds in fear fell to the ground.

“Don’t be afraid, lift up your head.”
“Today the Savior is born in the town of David.”

Then suddenly the sky was full as far as the eye could see.
A great host of angels all began to sing.

“Glory to God in the heavens above.”
“And peace on earth to all whom God loves.”

Look back to the stable as a mothers face glows.
With a babe in her arms wrapped in swaddling clothes.

The baby’s eyes how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, His nose like a cherry!

His little mouth was drawn up like a bow.
And His heart was so pure, as white as the snow.

A humble beginning for the King of all kings.
So some of you may wonder, what all of this means.

From a baby to a man who died on a cross.
That all could be saved, that none would be lost.

The gift that was given on the first Christmas day.
A gift that’s so great we could never repay.

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