The kids were up before dawn this morning, straight to the Christmas tree they ran. They called up the stairs for us to hurry. They waited for this day about as long as they could stay. While trading presents the little one asked me, why do we have Christmas each year? Well I said long ago a child was born this day, he's a gift more precious than all we see here. Cause on this day a child was born in the town of Bethlehem. And on this day God sent his son to bring peace and goodwill to all men. On this day we call Christmas, we honor his name. On this day we recall all the reasons he came. On this day, on this day. Grandma and Grandpa arrived after breakfast, rest of the game by noon. We spent the day watching football and breaking in toys, helping out in the kitchen, catching up on old news. And when that dinner bell rang we all took our places. Grandpa said who wants to say grace? But before anyone else could honor a word, oh the little one bowed her head and then she started to say. On this day a child was born in the town of Bethlehem. And on this day God sent his son to bring peace and goodwill to all men. On this day we call Christmas, we honor his name. On this day we recall all the reasons he came. On this day, on this day. On this day we call Christmas, we honor his name. On this day we recall all the reasons he came. On this day, on this day.