The day after Christmas Is a day of broken toys, opened boxes, Torn packages, threads of ribbon galore, The surprises all over, thank yous all said.
A long time coming and so soon gone! But, when Jesus Christ is born in your hearts, There are no sad days after, No waiting a year, No putting away the thank yous For another twelve months.
Every day is Christmas When the Savior lives within, The same today as yesterday. Each day brings fresh gifts from above, Not a holiday but a holy day.
And we are not merely the recipients, We give because He gave, We love because He loved, And we want to share Him with everybody. Once-a-year Christmas On the calendar is precious, But there is no ‘day after’ When we cannot say, ‘Christ dwelleth in me.’
A long time coming and so soon gone! But, when Jesus Christ is born in your hearts, There are no sad days after, No waiting a year, No putting away the thank yous For another twelve months.
Every day is Christmas When the Savior lives within, The same today as yesterday. Each day brings fresh gifts from above, Not a holiday but a holy day.
And we are not merely the recipients, We give because He gave, We love because He loved, And we want to share Him with everybody. Once-a-year Christmas On the calendar is precious, But there is no ‘day after’ When we cannot say, ‘Christ dwelleth in me.’
- Vance Havner
