Stop and think for a minute
Just who has provided your lot
The mountain of food inside your cupboard
The presents that you have just got
As you snore through the adverts
Dreaming of parties to come
Remember that life is a blink of an eye
Then to your fate you succumb.
It’s all about a baby
Who came to give us life
So we could share His bounteous gifts
With those who live in strife
The world is so unequal
We are the chosen few
One day we’ll have to tell Him why
His gifts belonged to you.