The Christmas feast is ready
The table groans with abundance
The turkey smells like heaven
With lashings of gravy and stuffing
Roasted vegetables piled high
Plum pudding flames
To oohs and ahs of delight
Crackers pop, paper hats adorn happy heads
Raise your glasses to a merry Christmas
While outside, noses press to the window
And the hungry pine for riches they’ll never know
Outside, He stands at the door and knocks
Bringing tidings of great joy
Will the feasters hear
Over the noise of their fun?
Will they let Him in?