A bright star on a lonely night A husband & wife in flight In the family way, & no room in the inn No sympathy for her, or the shape she was in. So in a manger where cattle was fed Was this poor woman forced to put her child’s head. Meanwhile the star continued to burn bright Leading those searching for a savior, towards the light. Gifts were brought in reverence of his birth As angels proclaimed his coming throughout the earth. The honor paid to him because he is the King Born to die for our sins, that is why the angels sing. But today we have forgotten what the day really means Now it’s all about money, not the newborn King It’s all about a fat white guy, in a red suit Not about a savior born to die just for you. Its about buy me this, and what am I gonna get? It’s about how many days are left, and is Santa coming yet? But let’s take the time & remember the reason What was done for us, and the meaning behind the season.