Uploaded December 2025 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
The liberals couldn’t take Christ out of Christmas
And I think that’s a wonderful thing
But they managed to remove all traces of Him
From the very next day, which they call Boxing
It’s celebrated now by spending money at sales
At malls and at other places
If the apostles were walking around today
They’d wear disappointed looks on their faces
They call it Boxing Day, but nobody remembers why
Cardboard faith and half-price grace stacked up aisle by aisle
We traded twigs and quiet hands for receipts, itemized
Saved a few bucks on something small
Lost the reason by and by
Boxing Day started when Jesus ascended
And the apostles went town to town
Carrying boxes filled up with crosses
Made from twigs they found on the ground
Every place they went, they handed them out
To the people they managed to convert
They wouldn’t take payment for any of it
They said, “Just give what you think they’re worth”
They call it Boxing Day, but nobody remembers why
Cardboard faith and half-price grace stacked up aisle by aisle
We traded twigs and quiet hands for receipts, itemized
Saved a few bucks on something small
Lost the reason by and by
There weren’t gift shops in towns back then
There were no shopping malls
Those boxes of crosses were the only place
To get something Christian to hang on your wall
And if someone came by to persecute you
You could hide them in the fireplace
If soldiers asked if those were Christian crosses
You’d say, “Nope. Just sticks to make the fire blaze”
They call it Boxing Day, but nobody remembers why
Cardboard faith and half-price grace stacked up aisle by aisle
We traded twigs and quiet hands for receipts, itemized
Saved a few bucks on something small
Lost the reason by and by
The day came to be known as Boxing Day
When the apostles and their boxes arrived where you lived
The tradition carried on through centuries
And people exchanged crosses they’d made as gifts
But the liberals erased the story
That came from days of old
Now it’s all about profit margins
And how much gets returned, bought and sold
What’s it profit a man, they used to say
If he gains a deal and loses his soul
You save on a toaster this year
And lose sight of a higher goal
They call it Boxing Day, but nobody remembers why
Cardboard faith and half-price grace stacked up aisle by aisle
We traded twigs and quiet hands for receipts, itemized
Saved a few bucks on something small
Lost the reason by and by
Bring back Boxing Day the way it was intended
Boxes, twigs, and crosses, plain
And if you’re short on supplies, I’ve got a kit for sale
Half off today only
A box, two sticks, and tape
The liberals couldn’t take Christ out of Christmas
And I think that’s a wonderful thing
But they managed to remove all traces of Him
From the very next day, which they call Boxing
It’s celebrated now by spending money at sales
At malls and at other places
If the apostles were walking around today
They’d wear disappointed looks on their faces
They call it Boxing Day, but nobody remembers why
Cardboard faith and half-price grace stacked up aisle by aisle
We traded twigs and quiet hands for receipts, itemized
Saved a few bucks on something small
Lost the reason by and by
Boxing Day started when Jesus ascended
And the apostles went town to town
Carrying boxes filled up with crosses
Made from twigs they found on the ground
Every place they went, they handed them out
To the people they managed to convert
They wouldn’t take payment for any of it
They said, “Just give what you think they’re worth”
They call it Boxing Day, but nobody remembers why
Cardboard faith and half-price grace stacked up aisle by aisle
We traded twigs and quiet hands for receipts, itemized
Saved a few bucks on something small
Lost the reason by and by
There weren’t gift shops in towns back then
There were no shopping malls
Those boxes of crosses were the only place
To get something Christian to hang on your wall
And if someone came by to persecute you
You could hide them in the fireplace
If soldiers asked if those were Christian crosses
You’d say, “Nope. Just sticks to make the fire blaze”
They call it Boxing Day, but nobody remembers why
Cardboard faith and half-price grace stacked up aisle by aisle
We traded twigs and quiet hands for receipts, itemized
Saved a few bucks on something small
Lost the reason by and by
The day came to be known as Boxing Day
When the apostles and their boxes arrived where you lived
The tradition carried on through centuries
And people exchanged crosses they’d made as gifts
But the liberals erased the story
That came from days of old
Now it’s all about profit margins
And how much gets returned, bought and sold
What’s it profit a man, they used to say
If he gains a deal and loses his soul
You save on a toaster this year
And lose sight of a higher goal
They call it Boxing Day, but nobody remembers why
Cardboard faith and half-price grace stacked up aisle by aisle
We traded twigs and quiet hands for receipts, itemized
Saved a few bucks on something small
Lost the reason by and by
Bring back Boxing Day the way it was intended
Boxes, twigs, and crosses, plain
And if you’re short on supplies, I’ve got a kit for sale
Half off today only
A box, two sticks, and tape
