| A house so quiet so humble
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| A child beside his bed
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| His hands clasped tightly
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| It’s time to pray
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| So he bows his little head
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| Happy birthday Jesus
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| Mommy said that you were near
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| And that you had a birthday this time every year
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| She told me how you listen to every word we say
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| And that you hear us calling in the night or in the day
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| She explained how bad they hurt you and made you suffer so
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| But said you’d let them do it for boys like me I know
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| She told me about the manger they put you in
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| I’d let you have my blanket
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| If I was there back then
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| She said that you were watching everything we do
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| Her and daddy and granny and our new baby too
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| I liked what mommy told me how you healed the lame and they so have to have any
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| wealth or fame
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| She told me you were so awful good
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| And then she made me cry
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| She said they nailed you to the cross and wanted you to die
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| She said that you forgave them though
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| Cause you were dying for our sins
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| And then it made me happy
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| When she said you came back again
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| Mommy said Christmas is what we celebrate
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| Because on that day you were born
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| So I hope I’m not too late
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| To wish you a happy birthday dear Jesus
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| I’ll be true because mommy said that if I was good
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| You’d let me live with you
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| Liza |