Christmas Poem

Christmas is a-drawing near,
The promised heavenly babe is here,
And in the stable there below,
Ox and ass are sleeping low.

Lo a star above the heavens,
Shining as the night sky darkens,
Wise kings three, they travel on,
To the place where lieth God’s Son.

There arriving gifts they bring
Presents to the Holy King,
Jesus good above all other
Pray for them, and for your Mother.

From C. Grandi (1B)


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