Oh, let us Celebrate Christ, The Child,

Born in a Manger, meek and mild,

Wonder of Wonders, Joseph’s Joy,

Mary’s Babe, a Heaven-Sent Boy.

Lo, as Angelic Choirs sang, "Gloria,"

Shepherds watched in Euphoria.

The Magi knelt in Adoration,

under the Star of David’s Jubilation.

Lo, the Little Lowly Drummer Boy

humbly played his "rat-tat-tat",

as all God’s Wondrous Creatures,

side-by-side, silently sat.

Oh, Little Town of Bethlehem,

how could you know you would be,

the Birth-Place of Jesus, Emmanuel,

Future Carpenter of Galilee.

Oh, Jerusalem, God’s most Holy City,

how could you ever Foresee,

Golgotha’s Holy Innocent, our Lord,

our Martyr, Nailed to the Tree.

Oh, Glorious Christ-Child,

Babe most Highly Adored,

to Whom God’s Love,

was so Deeply Out-poured.

Oh, Savior, our Life, our Light,

on this Blessed, Happy Morn,

Happy Birthday, Sweet Jesus,

our Promise of Eternity, Forever Re-Born.

By: Thomas K. Hyland, Jr.

© December 22, 1998