I’m glad I’m not Father Christmas all dressed up in fur and in red.
I’m glad I don’t have to bring presents to children all tucked up in bed.
It always seems such a rush job all done in one night, what a bind
And even with help from young Rudolph, some kids are quite hard to find.
And anyway I don’t really fancy flying round in a sleigh all the night,
And I’d surely get stuck in a chimney and that would be some Christmas sight.
I’m glad that I’m not a candle in red or in green or in blue
I don’t want to have my hair lighted and burnt to a cinder, would you?
I’m glad that I’m not a plum pudding tied up in a basin with string.
Then sat in a pan of hot water, a very uncomfortable thing.
I’m glad that I’m not a cracker placed neatly by somebody’s plate,
To be split in the middle by pulling is every cracker’s sad fate.
The out would fall hate, toy and motto. A motley collection I’m sure
The hat never fits, the toy falls apart and the motto we’ve all heard before.
I might enjoy being the fairy that’s seated on top of the tree,
A’waving her wand and looking around, a beautiful creature is she.
But when Christmas is done then what happens? She is stuffed back inside a box.
Her silvery gown is all crumpled and she’s subject to all sorts of knocks
Her wings are detached and then fall off, her wand? Well that disappears,
Her halo slips down round her shoulders and tinsel gets stuffed in her ears.
I wouldn’t mind being some holly all shiny and prickly and green,
Poking out from behind all the pictures where only the duster has been.
But what about later when dried up and curled up you slip to the floor?
Your berries all gone you’d feel silly and know that you’re pretty no more.
I’m glad that I’m not a turkey running around in a yard.
Being bumped off and defeathered must come particularly hard.
Then singed, cleaned out and made ready, you know what is coming I’m sure
They push stuffing right up inside you, sage and onion and sausage and more.
There is not time to stand and stare; no time to kneel and pray
For time is rushing forward and it soon will be “THE DAY!”
Everything’s about prepared; all stacked upon the shelves.
All very well for others but what about ourselves?
All very well to carol sing and share a festive board,
But are we ready to receive the gift of Christ the Lord?
Our hearts must be wide open for Him to come and dwell,
And we must cry “We’re ready Lord, O come Emmanuel.”
And know we are prepared.
