Christmas

In Bethlehem's quiet, 'neath a starry gleam,

A humble scene unfolds, a sacred dream.

A manger cradles a newborn's first breath,

In the still of the night, heralding life's depth.

Mary, gentle mother, in a cloak of grace,

Cradles the infant, love lighting her face.

Joseph, protector, with unwavering care,

Stands by their side in a silent prayer.

A heavenly chorus, angels declare,

Tidings of joy, filling the air.

Shepherds in fields, under skies so vast,

Hasten to witness, the moment so vast.

The Magi, guided by a celestial light,

Bring gifts of reverence, precious and bright.

Frankincense, myrrh, and gold they bestow,

Honoring the child, with hearts aflow.

In a stable, amidst straw and hay,

Hope incarnate, in a newborn's lay.

Jesus, the Savior, the world's guiding star,

Bringing peace and love from realms afar.

A tale of humility, in a humble abode,

Love's embodiment, a divine code.

In Bethlehem's stillness, a promise is sown,

A timeless story, of love to be known.