Shiny red ball, upon the tree

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!

 

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