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The Tree

Trapsing through the woods, My father, his ax, and me

Snow crunching beneath my feet, Searching for our Christmas tree

For the perfect holiday tree, Through the woods we search

A glorious outdoor cathedral, Quietly serving as our church

The cold was quite as a whisper, And finally their appearing

The perfect Christmas tree, At the edge of a small clearing

Dad nodded without a word, Took the ax off of his shoulder

Dreamed of one day that I will, Cut it down when I was older

Then with every careful chop, His breath frozen in the air

It wasn’t just the tree and woods, But the time that we would share

We each would grab the trunk, And drag it through the snow

Sometimes in silence or singing, Back to home we would go

My mom would always gush, At the perfect tree we found

And have hot chocolate waiting, With love and joy all around

My dad passed last year, Oh, but not the forest fun

For I go through the woods, Now with my daughter and son

Snow crackles beneath our feet, Making new precious memories

My dad’s ax, my children and me, Seeking the perfect Christmas tree

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Later we all sit by the fireplace, With a decorated Christmas tree

I would use the very same Bible, That my dear father read to me

Turning to the gospel of Luke, And just as my father had done

I read the story of our Savior, The birth of God’s only Son

Now with my own children, I would read the nativity story

Of a King born in a manger, Angels sung to God the glory

Our tree serves as a reminder, Of Jesus on a different kind of tree

On a cross He suffered out of love, As He came to save you and me

A Christmas tree and a cross, They are both made out of wood

One is decorated so beautifully, The other transformed into good

Lyrics and painting by John Sebby

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The Macaroni Ornament

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The beat-up macaroni ornament, Hangs on our Christmas tree

And of all of our decorations, It means the most to me

Cut out of construction paper, And in the shape of a star

Painted gold with silver glitter, It is my child’s memoir

Each piece carefully placed for me, The painted golden macaroni

And using a whole tube of glitter, Serves as my kid’s testimony

A beautiful macaroni ornament, It lights up my world and tree

For it was crafted by and angel, And made especially just for me

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The beat-up macaroni ornament, Hangs on our Christmas tree

And of all of our decorations, It means the most to me

Name written in crayon on back, Wrapped and addressed to me

Is my greatest treasured gift, Containing all of our memories

Glued macaroni on a paper star, Made by my child at age seven

A Christmas project from school, The year before going to heaven

If I could have just one wish, I know what it would be

Trade my beloved ornament, To have my child back with me

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The beat-up macaroni ornament, Hangs on our Christmas tree

And of all of our decorations, It means the most to me

Lyrics and painting by John Sebby

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It Took A Baby To Remind Me

Everything about Christmas, How I treasured it as a boy

Those candlelight services, All sharing Christmas joy

Snow, presents and Santa, With lights on every limb

Toys and choirs singing, Favorite carols and hymns

But when I was a teen, Christmas lost its light

I lost my Christmas joy, Traded silent for a lonely night

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It took a baby to remind me, And remove my fear and doubt

It took a baby to remind me, What Christmas is all about

I met the Christ child again, As my faith grows strong

And he brought me back, Back to where I belong

I fell in love and married, Then when my newborn smiled

All my glorious joy returned, From the holy Christmas child

With children of my own, Reading the Christmas story

And choirs of angels singing, Of Prince of Peace and glory

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Until I was reminded, And I don’t mean maybe

That Christmas is all, All about a baby

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It took a baby to remind me, And remove my fear and doubt

It took a baby to remind me, What Christmas is all about

I met the Christ child again, As my faith grows strong

And he brought me back, Back to where I belong

It took a baby to remind me, And remove my fear and doubt

Yes, it took a baby to remind me, What Christmas is all about

Lyrics and painting by John Sebby

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Candlelight Christmas Eve Service

Was so excited as my family and I came

So many cherished memories still remain

Find a pew and my family stakes our claim

Sanctuary dark except for glowing flames

Christmas mornings made me nervous

But not Candlelight Christmas Eve Service

Basking in the radiance of candlelight

In church on a cold Christmas Eve night

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As hymns and candlelight weave

All so beautiful I never want to leave

It is my favorite service I believe

Candlelight Service on Christmas Eve

The sanctuary lit up as candles glow

All the favorite Christmas songs I know

Celebrating the faith in our Savior grows

As Candlelight Christmas Eve Service flows

And everything with my soul is right

Infant son of God born with all His might

All’s right in church on this O’ Holy night

Bathed in the glimmering of candlelight

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As hymns and candlelight weave

All so beautiful I never want to leave

It is my favorite service I believe

Candlelight Service on Christmas Eve

Lyrics and painting by John Sebby

Santa’s Bright Red Cadillac

Tried extra hard to be good all year, Was so excited as Christmas got near

Then on Christmas eve what did I hear, I’m afraid it was my very worst fear

Everything was grounded in the sky, Absolutely nothing was getting by

I just wanted to breakdown and cry, Tell me how was Santa gonna fly?

Each minute the terrible weather grows, And it’s not resolved by Rudolf’s nose

No matter how hard he tries to glow, Everything in the air was completely froze

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How is Saint Nick going to get back?, With all those toys in his big ol’ sack

I couldn’t believe what I saw on track, But Santa driving a bright red Cadillac

He’ll find the good girls and boys, As Santa’s cruising through town

Backseat had a mountain of toys, His Cadie convertible the top down

I don’t know where Santa’s going, And don’t know where he’s been

He opened the door and said “get in”, How about we go for a Christmas spin

Santa gave me a wink and a look, Then the navigator elf scooted over

Holding Santa’s naughty and nice book, He hit the gas and the whole car shook

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How is Saint Nick going to get back?, With all those toys in his big ol’ sack

I couldn’t believe what I saw on track, But Santa driving a bright red Cadillac

He’ll finds the good girls and boys, As Santa’s cruising through town

Backseat had a mountain of toys, His Cadie convertible with the top down

So, I’m saying please be extra good, You sure don’t want to be a badie

Or you won’t see in your neighborhood, Santa cruising in his red-hot Caddie

Lyrics and painting by John Sebby

King of the Cradle the Cross and the Crown

Bethlehem, a lonely stable, Baby Jesus in a mangers cradle

The Savior for us came down, King of the Cradle, Cross and the Crown

Halleluiah, the Messiah arrived, Emanuel, wonderful, and glory thrived

Almighty God here now neonatal, Our Savior and King in the Cradle

As the angles sing all glory be, The Savior came for you and me

The Redeemer for us born down, King of the Cradle, Cross, and Crown

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Praise the Lord, Jesus conquered the grave, He died and lived so Christ could save

The devil is the loser being taken down, King of the Cradle, Cross and the Crown

Thousands flocked to hear what he said, As He healed the sick and raised the dead

At Calvary, the disciples were at a loss, King of the cradle, now King of the cross

Stone rolled away and an angel said, Why look for the living among the dead

Risen Savior, all of our sorrows drown, King of the Cradle, Cross, and the Crown

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Praise the Lord, Jesus conquered the grave, He died and lived so Christ could save

The devil is the loser being taken down, King of the Cradle, Cross and the Crown

Lyrics and painting by John Sebby

Christmas

You’re On the Naughty List

You’re on the naughty list, Something my mom would say

You’re on the naughty list, It will soon be Christmas day

And Santa’s on his way, Will presents be in his sleigh?

You’re on the naughty list, My teachers would berate

You’re on the naughty list, I came to class again late

And they sealed my fate, Detention would be my date

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Choir: You’re on the naughty list

Singer: I just couldn’t resist

Choir: You’re on the naughty list

Singer: Until I got kissed

Choir: You’re on the naughty list

Singer: Something not to be missed

Choir: You’re on the naughty list

You’re on the naughty list, My coaches would shout

You’re on the naughty list, As I would get chewed out

Coaches left me no doubt, And sent me to the dugout

You’re on the naughty list, I heard it all my life

You’re on the naughty list, It cut me like a knife

Caused me terrible strife, Until I met my wife

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Choir: You’re on the naughty list

Singer: I just couldn’t resist

Choir: You’re on the naughty list

Singer: Until I got kissed

Choir: You’re on the naughty list

Singer: Something not to be missed

Choir: You’re on the naughty list

You’re on the naughty list, Something my wife screams

You’re on the naughty list, I know exactly what it means

My beautiful wife it seems, Would fulfill my dreams

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Choir: You’re on the naughty list

Singer: I just couldn’t resist

Choir: You’re on the naughty list

Singer: Until I got kissed

Choir: You’re on the naughty list

Singer: Something not to be missed

Choir: You’re on the naughty list

Lyrics and painting by John Sebby

Would You Consider

Would you consider, A child born in danger

Would you consider a baby, As a King in a humble manger

Would you consider, That we are but a squatter

With heaven as our home, We are made by God our potter

Would you consider, The man who walked on water

Would you consider a Messiah, Too save His sons and daughters

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Would you consider, Glory to God the angles sing

Would you consider a baby, The Messiah born to be our King

Would you consider, Freedom from the grave

Would you consider a Savior, Who gave His life to save

Would you consider, Gifts and decoration are hollow

Would you consider that we, Need something more to follow

Would you consider, God was delivered Christmas night

Would you consider we are now, All delivered by His love and light

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Would you consider, Glory to God the angles sing

Would you consider a baby, The Messiah born to be our King

Lyrics and painting by John Sebby

Sorry about this one

Stinky Claus

Stinky Claus

(Sung to Santa Claus is coming to town)

You better not pout, you better not cry

You don’t want a visit from this smelly guy

You don’t want Stinky Claus comin' to your town

You’ll smell him when you’re sleepin’

You know when he’s passin’ gas

Cuz’ he’ll have giant flames

Shootin’ out his ass

So you better watch out, you better be good

You don’t want this smelly guy in your neighborhood

You don’t want Stinky Claus comin' to your town

Coal in their stocking never changed their ways

Needed to leave them somethin’ that stays

Now naughty boys and girls will get a real zinger

One thing I’ll warn you, never pull his finger

So, you better not pout, you better not cry

You don’t want a visit from this smelly guy

You don’t want Stinky Claus comin' to your town

You’ll smell him when you’re sleepin’

You know when he’s passin’ gas

Cuz’ he’ll have giant flames

Shootin’ out his ass

So, you better not pout, you better not cry

You don’t want a visit from this smelly guy

You don’t want Stinky Claus comin' to your town.

Deepest apologizes to the original writers of the music and lyrics

John Frederic Coots and Haven Gillespie