by Tyler Kahn
'Twas the night before Christmas, underneath the cave rock.
Not a creature was stirring, not even livestock.
The staffs were hung by the fire with care,
in hopes that a bright star would soon be there.
The sheep were nestled all snug in the hay,
while herders kept watch so none went astray.
The shepherds in camp soon after their feeding,
had just settled down for a long winters dreaming.
When on the horizon, there arose such a sight!
An angel of God appeared very bright!
Away to Bethlehem they flew in a flash
to see baby Jesus all wrapped in a sash.
The star shined bright in the dazzling sky
gave the luster of hope to everyone nearby.
When what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But the king of kings, smiling with cheer
The little boy Jesus, so humble and mild
They knew in a moment He was one special child
More rapid on camels, the wise men they came,
Baby Jesus smiled at them like he knew them by name
On horses, on cows, on sheep and on donkeys,
On chickens, on hens, on mules and on monkeys
They nayed and purred and looked at the sight,
They dashed away, with all of their might
The majestic presence they felt in the sky,
Must have been all the angels in midst of their fly
So up to the manger the wise men they strolled,
With gifts of frankincense, myrrh, and gold
Then in a twinkling, they heard in the sky,
An angel of God had caughten their eye
He peered in the scene and was turning around,
When into the stable he came with a bound
Jesus was swaddled in sheets very clean
They were majestic, yet humble for Christ the King
A bundle of prophecies were answered that day,
While Jesus folded his hands as if he were to pray
His little, small mouth so innocent now,
In 30 years, his words will draw crowds
With The little manger he snuggled himself in,
Who would have thought he would save us from sins?
A majestic glow for such a small child,
Bigger than anything was his sweet little smile
Mary and Joseph seemed very pleased,
After their long journey, their worries now eased
A wink from the angel and a twist from his head,
Let Mary know their was nothing to dread
Christ spoke not a whimper but went straight to sleep,
To the sound of the chickens going peep peep
Oh the dreams Christ dreamed on his first winter night,
Were matched by the clearness of the meadow so bright
He sprang into action, saving sinners from sins,
The party in heaven, full of angelic spins
Across the globe, his people proclaim,
Unto us a savior is born, Christ is his name.