Suppose it were your birthday
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Suppose it were your birthday
And all your friends would come
And gather round your fireplace
There in your happy home.

They come with smiles and gladness
And bring their presents, too.
But when they start to share them,
There's not a one for you.

They give them to each other,
A grand and costly lot.
But for the quest of honor,
They somehow just forgot.

You say such things don't happen,
Nor should it ever be;
It seems too crude and cruel,
For folks like you and me.

But friend, have you considered
Just this is what men do?
Not, of course, to humans,
But of our Lord, 'tis true.

We celebrate His birthday
With all our pomp and style;
But give to one another
And grieve Him all the while.

'Tis Christ we claim to honor
At this glad Christmastime;
Don't spend on friends the dollars
And give Him just a dime.

To give to one another
Indeed is very nice;
But best of all to Jesus,
For Him let's sacrifice.

His cause too long has suffered
By thoughtless, selfish men.
Let's bring to Christ the firstfruits,
And give our best to Him.

- Fred D. Jarvis