We may not have the mistletoe,
We may not have the bows.
We may not have icicle lights
That set our house aglow.

We may not have the candy canes,
Nor wreaths upon the door.
But we have an expectation
That is valued so much more.

For while our home is void of tinsel
And boughs of red and green
We look instead for reassurance
Of that which is unseen.

We recall a tiny stable
With animals and hay
And a lonely, rough-hewn trough
In which our infant Savior lay.

He had no fancy garland,
No fireplace alight,
No Christmas bells or carols
On that single starry night.

He came to be a gift for us,
To make each day like new,
And to remind me
That I’m to be
As much a gift to you.

So without the pretty ribbons
We enter into prayer
That this season in our hearts and minds
Will guide us through the year,

To look upon our neighbors
With humility and love
And share the gifts that we’ve received
From our dear Lord above.