A wreath is hanging on your door,
The leaves on trees are there no more,
The boots are drying on the floor,
And fire warms your fingers.

Why is it so that in December,
Something stirs and we remember,
Starting slowly like an ember,
Making warmth that lingers?

It's all because when God came down,
The word was spread to Bethlehem town,
There's so much love to go around!!
There's so much love to go around.!!!