REMEMBER, REMEMBER THE 21ST OF DECEMBER

Remember, Remember the 21^st of December

St Thomas the apostle is about

Because that is the special day

When St Thomas is without a doubt

DECEMBER

 

December’s wind is bitter

December's moon is cold

December's gem is turquoise

December’s year is old

 

December’s sun is cool

December’s water is ice

December’s number is twelve

December smells of spice

 

December’s season is winter

December’s green is holly

December’s season is festive

December people are jolly

 

December’s shops are full

December’s shows are on

December’s drink is eggnog

December smells of cinnamon

 

December’s days are short

December’s nights are long

December’s tone is joy

December sings a Christmas song

HE SLEEPS A KINGLY SLEEP

 

Oh prince of peace

Humbly lain on hay

Born to the world

On this special day

 

Shepherds, beasts

And kings of earth

Pay homage

At the saviours birth

 

While the Christ child

With angelic face

Sleeps a kingly sleep

In this humble place

CHRISTMAS, CHRISTMAS

 

Christmas, Christmas,

A time of peace and joy

When God gave us his son

Jesus the holy infant boy

But kids don’t think of Jesus

They just want the latest toy

 

Christmas, Christmas,

When God gave us a saviour

A redeemer for all the world

Now it is the season of plethora

When the rich can feel richer

And the poor just feel the poorer

 

Christmas, Christmas,

God was your sacrifice in vain

When you gave the world your son

Only to see his body slain

If only we had not lost our way

Will we be better when he comes again?

SILVER STRANDS

 

It sparkles there for all to see

Threaded round the Christmas tree

Silver tinsel shinning bright

Silver strands of Christian light

It shines and sparkles as a symbol

Of the love Christ has for us all

A strand of love, looped and curled

Threaded all around the world

And when you look at a Christmas tree

Silver strands of love you’ll see

ALL THE CHRISTMAS SAINTS AND ANGELS

 

All the Christmas Saints and Angels

Work behind the scenes

To orchestrate the season

Like precision built machines

 

They make the tinsel sparkle

They make the music play

They fill out hearts with love

As we wait for the saviours day

 

All the Christmas Saints and Angels

Pulling the strings unseen

Their purpose is a simple one

To fulfil all our Christmas dreams

SAVIOUR, AT YOUR BIRTH

 

Saviour, at your birth

The angels softly sang

Heralding your arrival

To save the fate of man

 

Now your birthday is near

We hear the church bells rang

Calling your children hither

To sing the thanks of man