Children carry through the streets
A brightly painted star
Angels gather round the hearth
Strumming on guitars
Men of great renown and faith
Say prayers on boulevards
It's the night before Christmas
But you don't have to be an angel
To sing harmony
You don't have to be a child
To love the mystery
And you don't have to be a wise man
On bended knee
The heart of this Christmas is in you and me.*
*Amy Grant, The Night Before Christmas
