In a land so far away, so long ago,|lived a boy with his parents, meek and low.|By miraculous birth, he came to this Earth,|the saviour of this wicked world of woe.||Now his mother was a pure and shining dove,|and Joseph showed the boy his tender love.|For an angel of light, had apperaed on that night,|proclaiming him the son of God above.||Now the first of many wonders to behold,|was when Mary couldn't find her twelve year old.|In the temple he was found, teaching wise men all around,|as they marvelled at the wisdom that he told.||Now at thirty, as he went to be baptised,|the mighty voice of God came from the skies. |'That's my son upon his knees, in whom I am well pleased',|then John the Baptist bid the man to rise.||Soon the people from both near and far away,|came to hear the precious words he had to say.|And when thousands wanted food, he fed the multitude,|with five loaves and seven fishes on that day.||Now he brought the dead to life in Galilee,|where the deaf could hear, and all the blind could see.|And when all the dumb could talk, he taught the lame to walk,|saying 'Now pick up your cross and follow me'.||Now it wasn't long before the final test,|betrayed by one of twelve he loved the best.|And for thirty pence of gold, the Son of God was sold, |and upon the the cross they put this man to death.||As he died, he told the world they shouldn't grieve|and he later showed them why they should believe.|For he died to save our sins, and came back to life again,|and we think about him every Christmas Eve.||And we think of Jesus every Christmas Eve.|