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ProtestantHoHo (i.e. Christmass) Carols
The Light Before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas; and strange as it seems
I wasn't indulging in covetous dreams;
But reading my Bible, I searched for a clue
Why Christians take part in this holiday too.
I plainly could see that it carried His name,
But the spirit behind it just wasn't the same.
The songs spoke of wise men, of virgin and child,
Of shepherds, of God, and all men reconciled;
But nothing was said of the blood and the cross;
Of repentance, and faith, and of counting the cost.
They sang of the babe, His miraculous birth,
But not of the day when He'll judge the whole earth.
My Bible said nothing of Santa, or toys,
Of Frosty the Snowman, and small drummer boys.
A reference to Rudolph not once did I see.
But it seems Jeremiah did mention the tree.
I sat and I pondered this curious matter,
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter
That I knew in a moment he soon would be here;
So I prayed in the Spirit and stood without fear.
He slipped down the chimney, quick as a flash,
And stepped from the fireplace all covered with ash.
There stood St. Nick with his bag and his beard,
He looked at the Bible I held, and he sneered,
"Another fanatical Christian, I see;
No stockings; no holly, no pictures of me."
I asked him if Jesus was God in the flesh,
He said that was something he couldn't confess.
He said, "I am Santa, I come from afar."
I stood in the truth - "The Devil you are.
That suit and that beard doesn't fool me one bit.
Your jolly deception is straight from the pit.
Beneath all your Ho Ho Ho's Lucifer lurks;
With your all-seeing eyes and your gospel of works
Like a thief in the night you impersonate Christ,
Returning to judge the naughty and nice."
"So call Christmas pagan," he said, "That's O.K.
'Cause that's what my sons at the Watchtower say.
You'll look like a pagan or like a deceiver,
But none will suspect you to be a believer."
I said, "I don't care what your servants will say,
My loyalty lies with the Ancient of Days.
No matter how many abuses are hurled,
My Bible says be not comformed to this world.
You have no power, and no part of me,
So I stand on God's Word, and command you to flee."
He squealed like a pig that was stuck with a knife.
He ran to the chimney and climbed for his life.
And I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Xmas to all, and a long, dark night."
Songs below © 1995 by James Dodson Permission granted to use freely with our without acknowledgement. God Keep of All You Protestants (to the tune of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen") God Keep All of You Protestants God keep all of you Protestants From walking in the way Of heathens and idolaters To celebrate this day. You resurrect this Romish mass, for you have gone astray. Chorus: O, I know that its just a popish ploy popish ploy Yes, I know that its just a popish ploy. You celebrate the birth of Christ Though God did not command This service of idolatry Is not part of His plan You wed the devil to the Son, when Christ-Mass you demand. (repeat Chorus) That Little Town the Vatican (to the tune of "O Little Town of Bethlehem") That Little Town the Vatican That little town the Vatican How well it tells a lie To lull you into hellish sleep Idolatry to ply. Their net of darkness closes O, Protestant to snare Your soul to popish wickedness Your minds their lies to bear. No Christmas (to the tune of "White Christmas") No Christmas I'm dreaming there'll be no Christmas Just like those Scottish days of yore When the people listened Reformed truth glistened And they laid low the Romish whore. I'm dreaming there'll be no Christmas And that the truth will be revived May God's people follow His light And put out this superstitious rite. Barks the Papist to his Friend (to the tune of "Hark the Herald Angels Sing") Barks the Papist to his Friend Barks the papist to his friend Help us reach our wicked end Keep the world in superstition And destroy Protestantism. Let them keep our Christmas day Protestants, the pope will say, Come and celebrate our mass And help us in our wicked task Dark the day that we give in And celebrate that popish sin. Enslave the World (to the tune of "Joy to the World") Enslave the World Enslave the world with Godless lies And help the pope to reign Let every Protestant prepare to celebrate Chorus: And keep that popish mass and keep that popish mass and keep, and keep, that popish mass. He'll rule the world in tyranny And make the nations bow Before his triple crown the Protestants he'll make to crouch (repeat Chorus) Banish Christmas (to the tune of "The Chestnut Song") Banish Christmas Servetus roasting in an open fire John Knox preaching where he can Calvin teaching against every sin The folk all look so Puritan. Everybody knows idolatry is wickedness for papist, Protestant or Jew. Though some people say, They got carried away Banish Christmas here, too! Revive, Revive thy Long Lost Truth (to the tune of "O Come O Come Emmanuel") Revive, Revive Thy Long Lost Truth Revive, revive, thy long lost truth And save us from this popish abuse That captivates thy Protestant folk Until thy truth is hidden in a cloak Of popish lies Of popish lies Until thy truth shall be revived. Revive thy truth and set thy people free From all this satanistic tyranny From depth of superstition save And lay that Papal whore in the grave With all its lies With all its lies And then shall thy truth be revived. Free Resources Against Pagan and Roman Catholic Holy-days (Holidays)http://www.swrb.com/newslett/FREEBOOK/holyday.htmBack to swrb home page