Santa Was Never Real, That Is The Fact

In Bethlehem's manger, a humble abode,
A savior was born, the son of our God.
No sleigh bells, no reindeer, just a star shining bright,
Guiding the wise men through the tranquil night.

A babe in a stable, no grandeur or gold,
Yet His story through ages, a timeless unfold.
Not Santa with his beard of snowy white,
But Jesus, born beneath the starry light.

No beard of white, no gifts in a sack,
But a promise of salvation, no myth, just a fact.
A promise fulfilled, a Savior's embrace,
To redeem us all, bringing love and grace.

No chimneys to climb or stockings to fill,
Yet hearts overflow with the joy he instills.
In the stable's warmth, a miracle unfolds,
As the greatest story of salvation is told.

Parents, let truth be the gift you bestow,
No need for tales that in falsehood grow.
For Christmas is more than a mythical tale,
It's the miracle of love that will never pale.

A narrative profound, with unmatched worth.
No need for pretense, for the truth is divine,
In the heart of Christmas, let God's love shine.

As we gather 'round with loved ones so dear,
Remember the reason, the message is crystal clear.
Christmas is not about a man named santa,
But the miracle of God's redemptive plan.