Christmas Song

With the business of work and the general chaos of Christmas prep, I haven't had much time to reflect.  When I'm not reflecting, well, then I'm not blogging either. This afternoon is an exception.  Our youngest isn't feeling well and having him home from school has messed up an already shaky schedule.  I came home this afternoon so A. could attend B's afternoon choir performance.  I'll go back to work when she gets home and still hopefully be able to make the evening performance.

So, I'm home.  N seems just a little sick, but mostly still his old self.  He's working on a craft so I decided to reflect a bit and blog just a little.  I won't write much - I'm sure most of you are busy with your own holiday plans.

Around this time of year, I like to take out my guitar and play a little song I wrote a very long time ago.  It doesn't seem like it was that long ago, but as I think back, it must have been over twenty years.  The chords are simple and the rhythm is fairly basic.  I purposefully tried to keep it easy so anyone could play it (even if no one else has really ever had that opportunity).  Anyway, I leave you now with the lyrics:

Look at the snowflakes, a gentle reminder,
Of the purity winter restores to the land.
Think of the child, and know that he's much more,
The kingdom of heaven transformed in a man.

And what does this mean?
A babe in a manger seems hardly a king.
How do we know?
Where did the fanfare for royalty go?

Listen, an angel has brought us a message,
That the babe in the manger is really the one.
Born of the virgin, in a stable so lowly,
Receive him as king, as God's chosen son.

And so, let us sing.
For the babe in the manger is really our king.
How do we know?
The angel has spoken, proclaiming it so.

Look at the snowflakes, a gentle reminder,
Of the purity winter restores to the land.
Think of the child, and know that he's much more,
The kingdom of heaven transformed in a man.

And so let us sing.
Rejoice with our king.
Oh, let us sing.
Rejoice with our king.

Merry Christmas.