A newborn child
In a poor stable
He is the Incarnate Word
The sweet mystery
Angels came
On earth to adore
In his mother's arms
The Child Jesus.
It's Christmas, it's Christmas
Descending from heaven
Let our voices be heard
And proclaim a happy chant
It's Christmas, Christmas
For happy children
Let our voices everywhere
Proclaim happy songs.
For little children
He comes back each year
To leave presents
By the fireplace
Because he loves us so much
We will be the nicest
Of all the neighborhood
The most obedient.