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