God Damn It

The snow fell down and judgment came
And everything was white
The freezing cold and desolation
While we slept that night

Everything was going on
The way it always did
And all the gifts were hung up high
In stockings for the kids

Children running down the stairs
To find the gifts below
The presence in the Living Room
Where only family goes

The presents from our Father
Lights the path and shows the way
His presence in the Living Room
Is all we want today

The glory of the Christmas tree
With all its points of light
The star on top; a crown of thorns
But it was worth the fight