A Christmas Poem
By Bridget White, age 10
December 1991

On Christmas Eve so nice and jolly,
With mistletoe and sprig and holly.

The family all joins round to hear,
That classic story that brings a tear,
To mothers, fathers and kids alike,
Of the baby born on Christmas night.

I'll tell about the shepherds first,
Watching their flocks by night,
I bet that angel gave them quite a fright,
I imagine they were out of sight,
Before you could say silent night.

And what about these kings on camels,
Following that brilliant star,
They knew that the star, although it was far,
Would lead them to where he lay,
The tiny new baby asleep on the hay.

Now I've told of the shepherds, the Magi, the star,
And the little boy baby in Bethlehem far,
So if in your house and if in your car,
Don't close your door to Jesus,
Just leave it ajar.