Yuletide

A cold night

Starry skies

Heavy with

Anticipation

A new king

Wrapped in

Swaddling

Cried the very

First time

Amongst the

Warmth of

Beasts and hay

No gold or silver

Where he lay

Christ the baby

Was born

On an otherwise

Insignificant day

To take our burdens

And show us

The way

The shepherds knew

As they sang

Alleluia

That it's not

The possessions you

Gain or the wealth

On display

That brings the

Joy

Of true happiness

But the things you

Give

And the people you

Love

That was the

Wondrous gift

That Mary and Joseph

Beheld that day

When they looked

On the innocent

Cooing face of

God