Does X mark the spot?
Once there was a name that mattered more than space,
But now there is an X that often fills the place,
Reserved once for the Savior, the King of all Kings.
Now to Santa, to Frosty, to Rudolph we sing.
While out in the blizzards and cold pouring rain,
Sits the orphan, the homeless, despised, and ashamed.
With our presents, our profit, our margin of gain,
The Christ child forgotten again and again.
Let’s open our hearts as the wise men once did,
Bring Jesus inside and not keep Him hid,
By the trees and the paper, the green and red bow,
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