Tell us how it feels to be
Ogled, from eyes that stare, intent
On finding out just what is meant
By colors, hanging, proper and prim
I’ve heard them call you Christmas trim
I can’t imagine tis all you are
I truly feel you are the star!
No, not atop the evergreen
That one’s always easily seen
You are the color of the season
And this why, the very reason…
As crimson fell, from limbs, a loss
The blood of our Savior, upon the cross
Let us now rejoice, for it’s our Lord’s birth
In Heaven above, and here, on Earth!