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?

 

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