[Verse] December rush the malls are packed Shopping bags and credit stacked Families running round like ants Lost in all these grandiose plans [Verse] Feasts to cook and gifts to wrap Excessive trips our patience saps People coming people going Stress climbs high no signs of slowing [Chorus] But back in a town called Bethlehem Their journey had exhausted them A baby born in a humble stall Was the greatest gift of all [Verse] Mary's heart a pounding drum Joseph stressed how far they'd come An unplanned birth amid the fray In a world of disarray [Verse] Travel tired their aching bones Society casting judgment stones Yet light broke through the silent night A promise kept so pure and bright [Chorus] So back in a town called Bethlehem Their journey had exhausted them A baby born in a humble stall Was the greatest gift of all
