Little men of gingerbread
Cinnamon buttons, cherry red
Baked by happy, loving hands to please us
Crooked arms and legs askance
Frozen in delicious dance
To celebrate the joyous birth of Jesus
Pale white dough, soft as a lamb,
Remind us of a shepherd man,
Who heard the angels singing up above him
Left his flocks on yonder hill
As the sky with glory filled
Ran to tell the Baby that we love Him
Plump, golden loaves
Remind us of the three wise Men
With turbans high and gifts proffered before Him
‘Twas bread He broke to match the wine
To symbolize His love divine
He gave His life, O come let us adore Him!
When dough, punched down, then seems to die,
Remember when the Savior, high,
Upon the cross, died, too, ‘mid cruel scorning.
Yet yeast, miraculous and humble,
Like faith, though it did seem to stumble
Does rise again, like Him, on Easter morning.