B J. Thomas
Текст песни Im so Lonesome i Could Cry

Streets full of shoppers
Bright window displays
Children are carefully
Counting the days
Gifts for the giving
No matter the cost
Nobody notices
Somethings been lost

Silent night
Is now just a sweet song
Angels are singing
No one sings along
Once simple shephards
Heard news of a King
We are such wisemen
Yet no gift we bring

Where is the Christ in Christmas
Let us make room in the Inn
Where is the Christ in Christmas
Christmas belongs to him

Turn back the years
To the old holidays
Family and firesides
And hearts all ablaze
Mary and Joseph
And one Holy Child
Giving from love
In the old fashioned style

Where is the Christ in Christmas
Let us make room in the Inn
Where is the Christ in Christmas
Christmas belongs to him

Let there be Christ in Christmas
Christmas belongs to him.