Snowfall is purest on Christmas Morn
For it's the day that Christ was born.
At dawn all the sleepy children awake
Down the stairs their way they make
Delighted and excited by what they see
Stacks of gifts underneath the tree
With eyes of love and the spirit of fun
They open their packages one by one
However, the best of all gifts
Had not been written on anyone’s list
It’s being with family while sharing laughter
And making memories to carry everyday after
Whether they live near or in cities afar
Relatives travel to be where loved ones are.
Food, drink and music it’s a family celebration
On this day hearts are filled with great jubilation
Children dance as dad plays guitar by the fire
Mom works in the kitchen and peeks to admire
After dinner’s been eaten and everyone’s belly is full
Dad grabs onto Mom and brings her close with a pull
As he hugs her tightly she whispers into his ear
Thank you my darling, it’s been a great year
Then when night falls and the day settles down
In a moment of silence Gods presence is found.
For it's the day that Christ was born.
At dawn all the sleepy children awake
Down the stairs their way they make
Delighted and excited by what they see
Stacks of gifts underneath the tree
With eyes of love and the spirit of fun
They open their packages one by one
However, the best of all gifts
Had not been written on anyone’s list
It’s being with family while sharing laughter
And making memories to carry everyday after
Whether they live near or in cities afar
Relatives travel to be where loved ones are.
Food, drink and music it’s a family celebration
On this day hearts are filled with great jubilation
Children dance as dad plays guitar by the fire
Mom works in the kitchen and peeks to admire
After dinner’s been eaten and everyone’s belly is full
Dad grabs onto Mom and brings her close with a pull
As he hugs her tightly she whispers into his ear
Thank you my darling, it’s been a great year
Then when night falls and the day settles down
In a moment of silence Gods presence is found.
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