Who stole Christmas from out of our town?
Who committed that crime that brings us all down?
It wasn't overnight, it's been going on for long,
And it won't be satisfied till Christmas is gone.
We took Him from our schools, now we'll take His Birthday
We'll call it something else, say a Happy Holiday.
We'll take His Praise and Glory and we'll trade it for our Own
We'll worship our passions and we'll make them our home.
They can steal Him out of Town, but they can't steal our hearts
We'll worship Him forever till death do us part
And when the trumpets blow, we'll see this King again
Who was born that Silent Night, back there in Bethlehem.
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