The birth of Christ we celebrate
On the lovely day called Christmas day.
It’s a time so full of joy
That we give gifts, often toys.
It’s our custom to hear mass,
Sing some songs and drink a glass.
Those we love we keep them near
To show them that they are so dear.
If it’s cold we huddle up.
We light a fire to warm up.
We tell stories of times long past. We sometimes cry, we sometimes laugh.
We leave the trouble of the world behind,
We’ll deal with them—but not a Christmas time;
For it’s a special time of the year,
It’s the time when Christ came here.
By Emmanuel Nunez Ayala