Christmas 2011
It is the season again of pine and cinnamon,
Of hot chocolate and fresh-baked rolls
Store shelves overflow with music boxes
With a serenade: “I wish you a Merry Christmas.”
In Bethlehem hills smelly sheep rested
While their shepherds retold stories of
Wolves and bears defeated by nightfall
With a serenade: “Mary had a little lamb.”
Angels interrupt the drunken carousal
Casting out darkness with glorious brightness
Which faints men who kill wolves and bear
With a serenade: “Glory to God in the Highest.”
“Come to the stable to see the Newborn King”
Invite the heavenly host to men of disrepute
Leave your flocks and see the baby -
the baby who smells of the stable.
© 2011 Ronald Friesen
It is the season again of pine and cinnamon,
Of hot chocolate and fresh-baked rolls
Store shelves overflow with music boxes
With a serenade: “I wish you a Merry Christmas.”
In Bethlehem hills smelly sheep rested
While their shepherds retold stories of
Wolves and bears defeated by nightfall
With a serenade: “Mary had a little lamb.”
Angels interrupt the drunken carousal
Casting out darkness with glorious brightness
Which faints men who kill wolves and bear
With a serenade: “Glory to God in the Highest.”
“Come to the stable to see the Newborn King”
Invite the heavenly host to men of disrepute
Leave your flocks and see the baby -
the baby who smells of the stable.
© 2011 Ronald Friesen
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