From The Files

I’m not exactly sure where the following came from. I found it in some old files from 2010.

"I bet you think this is one of those Christmas letters,
you know the kind where they tell you ma’s cold is better.
Well a Christmas letter, this definitely ain’t.
It’s the Christmas story from somebody that’s not a saint.
You see, it all started a long, long time ago.
Way back before Texans tried to drive on snow.
Now folks this happened before plastic trees with little red balls,
and way back when they didn’t have shopping malls.
Actually, is was even before then,
Whenever it was, let the story begin.
God was looking down at us from his place,
and he thought, I ought to go down and get in their face.
But he knew it wouldn’t do no good, nope, not none.
He knew the only chance we had was to send us his son.
Now baby Jesus was born in a stable, more like a cave.
So it was that a King came to become a slave.
He grew up to tote the load of all sin,
and was given the power to forgive all men.
He said, "when it comes to sin, I’ll carry your load.
Just throw it on my back and let’s get on the road."
Baby Jesus didn’t get a truck load of presents from grandparents afar.
He was just born poor, in Bethlehem, under a star.
That star still shines brightly and will til the end,
long after you forget the presents you got from a friend.
Now, if you are wondering what this story has to do with you,
well, the way the story ends depends on what you do."

©2014