Santa’s Not A Savior
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Santa never lived for me, Santa never died for me.
Never did a tear fall from Santa Claus’s eye for me.
Santa never paid the price no mortal man could pay.
Santa never tasted death but rose on the third day.
There is no redemption from his lists of naughty or nice,
Nor did he himself offer for my sins to pay the price.
Santa may bring magic on one December day,
But no lasting miracles are left with us to stay.
Santa is no Jesus, as anyone can see.
There is no Santamas and no Santa tree.
Jesus is forever, but Santa flies away,
And I simply cannot celebrate Santa on this day.
Christmas is a day to celebrate my Savior’s birth,
And I wouldn’t trade my Savior for anything on earth.
It was all for me that Jesus decided live and die,
And I can’t in good conscience celebrate the birth of Truth with a lie.
It’s Jesus that I celebrate on this Christmas day,
And when this life is over, it’s with Jesus that I’ll stay.
So I bid you a Merry Christmas, without Santa or his sleigh,
And pray that you’ll find Jesus, the Reason for this day.
- Randi Millward
