Christmas at the Stroke of Midnight

Christmas at the Stroke of Midnight                                    December 24, 2006

It's the night of the 24th,
And the children have waited all year
For that slumber where dreams take a backseat
To the jingling on the rooftops of the world.
Eleven Fifty-Nine post meridian,
Fifty-nine seconds flat,
Then the little red hand strikes midnight,
And Kris Kringle sails through the cold, crisp skies.

When it's Christmas at the stroke of midnight,
The world has nothing more to fear.
No more turmoil or conflict,
Only tears of joy appear.
Put down your suitcases, gentleman,
And lay down your feelings of wrath.
Christmas has come again, old friends.
There's nothing more to fear.

And so Christmas is here.
Do what you will.
Embrace your loved ones,
Mothers, fathers, daughters and sons.
Wake up to a cornucopia of blessings.
Jolly ol' Saint Nick's been here.
Just look at all the presents under the tree.
Live vicariously, without a care.

And so Christmas is here.
What is there to fear?
Peace and hope will abound
To the trumpets of Heaven's sound.
You can live your life all year long
By the seat of your traveling pants,
But it's Christmas time now.
Time to live vicariouly, without a care.

And yes, it is Christmas, my friends.
Let Glory call you to His fireplace,
And tell you The Story
Of the Arrival of The Son.
Oh yes you can, my friends!
Sing "Merry Christmas" to the rest of the world.
It may only be on December Twenty-Five,
But you can keep It all year long.