The Atheist Christmas Carol - Vienna Teng

It’s the season of grace coming out of the void

Where man is saved by a voice in the distance

It’s the season of possible miracle cures

Where hope is currency, and death is not the last unknown…

Where time begins to fade, and age is welcome home

It’s the season of eyes meeting over the noise

And holding fast with sharp realization

It’s the season of cold making warmth a divine intervention

You are safe here

You know, now

Don’t forget

Don’t forget I love, I love, I love you

Don’t forget

Don’t forget I love, I love, I love you

It’s the season of scars and of wounds in the heart

Of feeling the full weight of our burdens

It’s the season of bowing our heads in the wind

And knowing we are not alone in fear

Not alone in the dark…

Don’t forget

Don’t forget I love, I love, I love you

Don’t forget

Don’t forget I love, I love, I love you

Don’t forget

Don’t forget I love, I love, I love you

Don’t forget

Don’t forget I love, I love, I love you