What's all this hectic rush and worry?
Where go these crowds who run and curry?
Why all the lights-the Christmas trees?
The jolly "fat man," tell me please!
Why, don't you know? This is the day
For parties and for fun and play;
Why this is Christmas!
So this is Christmas, do you say?
But where is Christ this Christmas day?
Has He been lost among the throng?
His voice drowned out by empty song?
No. He's not here-you'll find Him where
Some humble soul now kneels in prayer,
Who knows the Christ of Christmas.
