Mama, where is Christmas?
she asked with trusting eyes
Is it at the North Pole
where Santa starts his ride?
Is it at the bedside
where people pray at night?
Is it over in Bethlehem
where the guiding star shone bright?
Mama placed her hand upon her little girl's heart
Christmas, my child, is not a place
but this is where it starts
It grows from there, spreads everywhere
to all whom we regard
With a smile, a thought, the smallest kindness
even a greeting card
But Mama, said the child,
Those things happen every day
I thought that Christmas was
a time that came then went away
Yes, said Mama, We celebrate
Jesus' birth on a special day
But Christmas spirit is always here
It will always stay |
