Betty S. Jordan ~ Harold Timmons
| (1) | The greatest Christmas present came wrapped in
swaddling clothes, He was laid in a manger bed, so the story goes; He is the gift from Heaven, the child that Mary bore, But it seems we have forgotten that Christmas is of the Lord. |
| (2) | Where is the Christ of Christmas, give him his rightful
place, The reason for His coming was to give us saving grace; Now as we near the season, let us praise Him even more, Like the shepherds of Bethlehem, let us bow before the Lord. |
| (Chorus) | No, Christmas, isn't Christmas anymore, We have a place for everything except for Christ the Lord; Our homes are decorated, wreaths hung upon the door, But, Christmas isn't Christmas anymore. |
| (Tag) | We have a place for everything except for Christ the
Lord, Oh, Christmas isn't Christmas anymore. No, Christmas isn't Christmas anymore. |
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