When my two angels braved the lake
To laughs and shouts of glee,
Despite the bitter temperature
The morn of Christmas Eve,

It was a fun tradition
That went back many years,
For demonstrating courage
And overcoming fears.

Some braved the cold so stoically
While others gave a scream;
Few lasted half a minute
Before they had to flee

Back to the shore to dry and warm,
Share greetings of the season
When One braved a greater shock
For a far nobler reason:

Descending from His heavenly throne
To be a helpless babe,
Amidst the cold and stench and filth
And aiming for the grave,

Where He would buy us with his blood
An open path to Him,
Where we can share His glory,
And His love is everything.