The Brightest Christmas

There was no brightly colored tree
Nor carols sung with joy and glee;
When Christ the Lord, the Son of God
Did come to dwell on earthly sod.

But since that time in many lands
Have gifts of splendor traded hands,
In mem’ry of that humble birth,
In hidden corner of the earth.

Now Santa Claus and lighted trees
With jingle bells and pine bough wreaths,
Beneath an evening crisp and clear,
Have brought the season joy and cheer.

But throughout all the land is told
That all the riches and the gold
Could never buy the love unfeigned
As in that humble stable reigned.

And never did the angels sing
As when they did the good news bring;
That through this meek and lowly birth,
Our Savior came to save the earth.