The small procession, larger than life, two abreast,
strode into the village near dusk, each one dusty.
Giving a weary sigh, they were hungry for food and rest.
Shepherding the expectant one, these followers were trusty.
One is a pregnant bride, in need of a midwife.
Finding no room to rent, they took the stable humbly.
A loaf of bread a cup of wine, the elixir of life,
was shared by each one. Not a one was grumbly.
What was unknown to the villagers on this day
this woman Mary, had conceived the Son of God,
being led to make ready in a lowly stable to lay.
As the animals in the stalls, all in unison, did nod.
Suddenly, a star expanded brighter, such pure light.
Filling the night with shafts of Love from Heaven above.
While afar, three wise men traveled this good night
to kneel and bear gifts for the child King they belove.
This tale continues to be retold about His birth!
The Christian Christmas story that many have told
and will tell evermore … started in a stable on earth.
In a manger, where the baby, Jesus, lay in the days of old.
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