Miracle Mabel

This is not a song for Christmas
There’s no manger or a stable
But there is a shining bright star
And a miracle, Mabel
There were kings and there were wise men
Shaking hands across the table
And a woman in a blue shirt
Holding miracle Mabel
But how can it be?
This is so hard to believe.
It happened to me
But before I wouldn’t even have conceived of it.
This is not a song for Christmas
Not a story, nor a fable
Just a dream that really came true
And a miracle, Mabel
But how can it be?
This is so hard to believe
When she looks up at me
She’s immaculate, you see, don’t you see?
We are three
This is not a song for Christmas
From that book with Cain and Abel
Just a tale of every day folk
And their miracle Mabel