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  1. ‘Twas a night in December and all through the house
    Not a person was praying, not even my spouse.
    Our Bibles were strewn on the shelf without care
    Behind the new stereo speakers up there.

    The children were ready to crawl into bed,
    Not once ever kneeling or bowing a head.
    And Mom in her rocker with babe on her lap
    Was watching the Late Show while I took a nap.

    When out of the east there arose such a clamor,
    Like someone was hitting brass gongs with a hammer!
    Away to the window I flew like a flash
    Tore open the curtains and threw up the sash!

    When what to my wondering eyes should appear
    But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.
    A light in the sky like the sun sent a ray
    And I knew in a moment this must be THE DAY!

    The light of His face made me cover my head
    It was Jesus returning now just like He said
    And I was complacent with sureness and wealth,
    But cringed when I saw him in spite of myself.

    He opened with purpose the Book in his hand
    It has all the names of every saved man.
    He spoke not a word as he searched for my name;
    When he said, "It's not here." my head hung in shame.

    He glared at my tree with the presents beneath,
    He said "That is pagan, and so is your wreath;
    A tribute to Thor is this shiny fir tree -
    Don’t try to bow down and devote it to me!

    It isn’t my birthday, not now in December
    And I don’t get presents, but you do - remember?
    You celebrate Christmas to honor my name
    My followers warned you … you know, it’s a shame-

    That you didn’t listen when they came around…"
    He turned to leave quickly and headed outbound.
    I fell to my knees, but it was too late;
    I ignored them too long and thus sealed my fate.

    My minister led me astray now I know,
    To the cold jaws of death is the place I will go.
    Jehovah, our Father sent ministers out
    With truths and fine knowledge to share on their route.

    I stood and I cried as he rode out of sight;
    Oh, if only I had been true to him and his light.
    In the words of this poem the meaning is clear;
    The coming of Jesus is soon drawing near.

    There is only one path when he comes to call,
    I found that Jehovah’s was true after all!

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  2. okaaaaay,interesting...
    and the connection to the post is, ?

    When Jesus "headed outbound," did he leave on a sleigh pulled by reindeer?

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