Christmas Star

Down the street I see the lights,

Different colors, all shining bright,

Decorations everywhere filled with Christmas galore,

Anywhere I look, the houses, posts, and stores,

Then I gaze up, up at the clear night sky,

Where I see the twinkling lights lie,

I gaped a little longer at the bright shining stars,

Where it's all perfect, not one scar,

And there is where I saw it standing out,

Very unlike any star sprout,

This star is so different, shining so bright,

Just like the sun with its blinding light,

That star over there, now I see,

Alas, is what I call true Christmas for me.