‘Twas the night before Christmas and strange as it seams
I wasn’t indulging in covetous dreams
But while reading my Bible I searched for a clue
Why Christians take part in this holiday too
I plainly could see that it carried his name
But the spirit behind it just wasn’t the same
The song spoke of wise men, of virgin and child,
Of shepherds of God and all men reconciled
But nothing was said of the blood of the cross
Of repentance and faith and counting the cost.
They sang of the babe, his miraculous birth
But not of the day when he shall judge the whole earth.
My Bible said nothing of Santa and toys
Of frosty the snowman and small drummer boys
A reference to Rudolph not once did I see
But it seems that Jeremiah did once mention the tree
I sat and I pondered this curious matter
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter
That I knew in a moment he soon would be here
So I prayed in the spirit and said without fear
He slipped down the chimney Quick
as a flash
And stepped from the
fireplace all covered with ash
There stood St. Nick with
his bag and his beard
He looked at the Bible I held
and he sneered
Another fanatical Christian I
see
No stockings no holly no
pictures of me
I asked him if Jesus was God
in the flesh
He said that was something he
couldn’t confess
He said I am Santa I have
come from afar
I stood in the truth, “The
Devil you are!”
That suit and that beard
doesn’t fool me one bit
Your jolly deception is
straight from the pit!
Beneath all you’re ho ho ho
Lucifer lurks
With your all seeing eyes
and your gospel of works
Like a thief in the night you
impersonate Christ
Returning to judge the
naughty and nice
So call Christmas pagan he
said, that’s OK
'Cause that’s what my sons at
the Watchtower say.
You’ll look like a pagan or
like a deceiver
But none will suspect you of
being a believer
I said, I don’t care what your
servants will say,
My loyalty lies with the Ancient
of Days.
No matter how many abuses are hurled
No matter how many abuses are hurled
My Bible says “Be not
conformed to this world.”
You have no power and no
part of me,
So I stand on God’s Word and
command you to flee.
He squealed like a pig that
was stuck with a knife
He ran to the chimney and
climbed for his life.
And I heard him exclaim as
he drove out of sight
Merry X-Mas to all and to
all a dark night!
Recommended reading
Incarnation & Birth of Christ, by Charles Spurgeon
