‘Twas the night before Christmas towards the end of the year
The birth of a child was soon drawing near
One mother, one carpenter travelling far
Ventured ‘cross deserts lit by a star
They sought a warm place to rest for the night
Inn after inn, no room was in sight
“We’re sorry…we’re full” the keepers would say,
Again and again they were just turned away
About to give in, collapse and give up
Heard off in the distance was the sound of a pup
Then bounding right towards the, these knockers of doors,
Was what to their wonder was this friend on all fours
Having the gift of tongues he then said
“It seems that you two are seeking a bed“
Joseph then turned to his lovely new bride,
She nodded yes and joyfully cried
The beauty of anointment was making her glow
And trusting in Him she said they should go
Then Mary settled down, reclined on some hay
Joseph was nervous (fathers get that way)
Just as his worry tried directing his thought
Gloria spoke from thin air “Ye worry not..”
“…this child was made by the angels, the angels above.
This prince among princes was made out of love.”
Then swaddled and laid down in his soft bed
Resting so soundly was His sweet head
With eyes of the deepest, deepest of blue,
The child let out a giggle or two
All that were present could just stand in awe
(Save for the cow as she’d cud in her jaw)
To all their amazement was a wondrous sight
Two turtle doves flew across the great light
Lyrically joyous their song was elated
They sang of the glory to that which was fated
This babe was the king, was God’s only son
Our Messiah was here….he was the One
This story continues to share in the praise
There were three kings, made wise by their ways
One from the north and one from the west
One from the south but none was the best
Each carried gifts of gold, frankincense, myrrh
Donned in their colors, their cloaks lined with fur
Humbled they were, these great kings three
Honored to share and finally see
These visitors had travelled from near and from far,
Had been led by the very same star
That Joseph and Mary and the child that would come
Would all keep time to a very different drum
All who were touched by His great grace
Could not help be but with a smile on their face
Even the wife of the innkeeper Saul,
Realized her strife was nothing at all
Believing the prophet, words said once again,
The messiah was coming, the prince among men
Through the omnipotent ways of God’s sacred kin
A son was now here forgiving our sin
As we all celebrate this time of year,
May you and yours be met with tidings of cheer
And in this season filled with great mirth,
May we always remember the day of His birth.
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