If you want to see miracles, come with me.

Observe our city's Christmas tree.

Every face seems teary-eyed,

At this beacon of hope I stand beside.

A hero's bronze glows in the lights.

He's not forgotten these Christmas nights.

I see 'Elf on the Shelf' in every store.

How could a shopper not adore?

Across God's sky in starry haze,

An ancient moon still finds its way.

As the Little Drummer Boy echoes, "me and my drum,"

Jesus said, "light it and they will come."

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