So, we’ve gathered up our riches
And we’ve put them into bags
Then we’ve transferred them to boxes
And we’ve named them all with tags.
For the gift that is a blessing
Of the giver to the one
Be it Monther, Sister, Daughter,
Be it Father, Brother, Son
Comes with joy that such a loved one
Has a life that we can share
Comes with love that can’t be measured
By the many ways we care.
As we place our boxed-up treasures
‘Round this gaily festive tree
Let us pause in quiet reflection
While we’re here on bended knee.
Let this tree become an altar,
One of millions shining bright
As we offer up our prayers
On this special Christmas night.
For the Gift that is a Blessing
Of the Giver to the one
Came when God, our Holy Father
Gave us Jesus as his Son.