You may have read
this before in December 2013. Now you can read it again.
CHRISTMAS UNPLUGGED
If they took back
all the presents
And boarded up the malls,
If they unstrung all the popcorn
And undecked all the halls,
If they snuffed out every candle
And unplugged every light,
And boarded up the malls,
If they unstrung all the popcorn
And undecked all the halls,
If they snuffed out every candle
And unplugged every light,
We’d still with awe remember
That holy, silent night.
That holy, silent night.
If Santa weren’t
coming
‘Cause Daddy’s out of work,
If Mommy burned the cookies
And undercooked the bird,
If chestnuts never roasted
And all the carolers ceased,
‘Cause Daddy’s out of work,
If Mommy burned the cookies
And undercooked the bird,
If chestnuts never roasted
And all the carolers ceased,
Still we’d kneel and worship
The newborn prince of peace.
The newborn prince of peace.
If all the tinsel
vanished
Along with mistletoe,
And TV Christmas specials
Were canceled, as was snow,
If reindeer never landed
On the roof above,
Along with mistletoe,
And TV Christmas specials
Were canceled, as was snow,
If reindeer never landed
On the roof above,
We would still have Christmas
‘Cause they can’t unplug God’s love.
‘Cause they can’t unplug God’s love.
© 1999 Roberta
Tucker Brosius, published in The Secret
Place, Winter 1999-2000
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