Christmas is coming! Hang up that stocking!

Get down to the shops, for the clock is tick-tocking…

There are presents to purchase, cards to be sent,

A fridge to be stocked, hard-earned cash to be spent,

A tree to be bought — go authentic or fake?

A million-and-one small decisions to make…

To his parents? Her parents? Where should we go?

Will there be traffic? And what if there’s snow?

The countdown’s begun, every day one more door:

Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four…

 

We wrap ourselves warm for the cold winter nights,

Our streets and our houses parade festive lights.

There are parties to go to, songs to be played:

Cliff Richard, Mariah, Bing Crosby and Slade.

Films on the telly that yearly repeat

That miracle somewhere on 34th street;

A snowman; an old man, with beard so white,

Who circles the globe each Christmas Eve night

And descends every chimney with presents galore:

Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four…

 

What should we get Grandma? And what about Dad?

Has everyone seen the new John Lewis ad?

Yes, Christmas is busy — Christmas is manic!

So just hold on tight, and try not to panic…

We bustle about like industrious elves,

Stuffing the turkey, then stuffing ourselves,

Then falling asleep sat in front of the Queen

While she wishes us all “Happy 2018!”

We love it — but what is it really all for?

Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four…

 

We open those doors and we know what we’ll find,

But there’s something more special than chocolate behind.

He’s not on your tree or your dining room table,

But laid in a manger, asleep in a stable.

A baby, a new-born, so helpless and small,

And yet this one child offers hope to us all.

The living and breathing and wriggling proof

That there is a God — and that this is the truth:

We think we love Christmas, but God loves us more.

Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four…

 

So celebrate Christmas with family and friends,

But remember: December soon comes to an end.

But this truth is true into every New Year:

The God who is there is the God who came here.

He walked with us, talked with us, knows how we feel,

Cried for us, died for us, came to reveal

The maker of everything, shrunk to a boy,

So this season of stress can once more fill with joy.

We count to remember when Jesus arrived:

Twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five…