On that cold Christmas Eve we stood in the cold
Our eyes fixed upon the nativity scene
Mama prayed for Father to come home
No doubt my brother Tommy prayed for a bike
I prayed that my mother finds her smile
We havent seen it for so long
Baby Jesus must have been listening
Because I heard Mama laugh as she watched a little boy climb in the manger crib
The warmest place on earth
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