Many times they've told me
Beware of your flesh
But tell me why
Your Jesus wore skin like the rest
I know the

Touch of her soft skin
The swaying evergreens
The snow silently falling
Making love to her in the morning
It all seems a holy thing

They said matter doesn't matter
Joined naked to shame
But when I read of Christmas
Ohh it's a physical thing
Just like the

Touch of her soft skin
The swaying evergreens
The snow silently falling
Making love to her in the morning
It all seems a holy thing

It seems a holy thing
It seems a holy thing
It seems a holy thing
It seems a holy thing

Touch of her soft skin
The swaying evergreens
The snow silently falling
Making love to her in the morning
It all seems a holy thing