Lyrics:

All The Streets Are Filled With Laughter And Lightand The Music Of The Seasonand The Merchants Windows Are All Brightwith The Faces Of The Childrenand The Families Hurrying To Their Homesas The Sky Darkens And Freezestheyll Be Gathering Around The Hearths And Talesgiving Thanks For All God''s Gracesand The Birth Of The Rebel Jesuswell They Call Him By The Prince Of Peaceand They Call Him By The Saviorand They Pray To Him Upon The Seasand In Every Bold Endeavoras They Fill His Churches With Their Pride And Goldand Their Faith In Him Increasesbut They''ve Turned The Nature That I Worshipped Infrom A Temple To A Robber''s Denin The Words Of The Rebel Jesuswe Guard Our World With Locks And Gunsand We Guard Our Fine Possessionsand Once A Year When Christmas Comeswe Give To Our Relationsand Perhaps We Give A Little To The Poorif The Generosity Should Seize Usbut If Any One Of Us Should Interferein The Business Of Why They Are Poorthey Get The Same As The Rebel Jesusbut Please Forgive Me If I Seemto Take The Tone Of Judgementfor I''ve No Wish To Come Betweenthis Day And Your Enjoymentin This Life Of Hardship And Of Earthly Toilwe Have Need For Anything That Frees Usso I Bid You Pleasureand I Bid You Cheerfrom A Heathen And A Paganon The Side Of The Rebel Jesus.