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The First Christmas Present

A spider spun a silver web in a mound of golden straw, Then he hid himself inside the stack, away from the wind so raw. He yelled down to the sheep below Who were trying to huddle close, “It’s times like this that I wish there was a fire for a mutton roast. For winter had come upon the land and his barn was deathly cold, He wasn’t sure if he’d survive the night if the truth of it were told. He tried to dream a dream of hope to get him through the night, But he couldn’t bring himself to sleep because of a blinding light. A star was shinning down on them as if the sun in mid-day glory, The little spider had yet to learn of the coming Christmas story. Below was a ewe with her lamb both snuggled up together, Trying their best to keep warm in the cold of the winter weather. “I’d never trade places with you anyway,” the mother sheep bleated out, “Why are you so happy in your hate to lend voice to pain and doubt?” The light from heaven kept them awake and staring in wide wonder, When two weary travelers entered in and the straw became their plunder. The little spider became dislodged as a nest of straw was piled, And he could see that one of the travelers was very great with child. The three companions watched it all; they’d never seen a human being born, They were all surprised when at his birth There came the peal of an angelic horn. A herald’s call went out to all the land announcing the newborn king, And the spider and the ewe shared a laugh to think of such a thing. Because this baby was so very small and his parents were so poor, Yet there was something about this newborn child that neither could ignore. The spider looked down on the ewe and said in a voice too bold, “This baby needs to be swaddled now to keep him from the cold. Good ewe I can spin for him a cover if you’ll allow me to use your fleece.” So together they worked to swaddle the child on this night of Holy peace. The mother smiled at them all as she took the blanket for her boy, Then laid him in a manger poor and they were overcome with joy. The meaning of this wondrous event was what made them all feel glad, For they had brought the first gift to the Lord by sharing what they had. And the warmth, which they had provided the child, also kept the three of them warm, May the loving joy that they discovered keep you this Christmas morn. Merry Christmas!

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  1. Date: 11/30/2011 1:14:00 PM
    And a very merry CVhristmas to you, my friend - love this heartwarming piece

  1. Date: 11/30/2011 7:46:00 AM
    Merry Christmas to you too! What a creative way to share this story. Well done. Karen

  1. Date: 11/29/2011 11:22:00 PM
    These kinds of stories go over really well in children's books with pictures. I'm betting you have lots like this!

  1. Date: 11/29/2011 9:01:00 PM
    Oh dear Tony this is absolutely beautiful. Congratulations on such a wonderful wonderful Christmas poem! Love Lizzie

  1. Date: 11/29/2011 8:42:00 PM
    That's describing the Nativity from a different angle. You've done it quite well here.

  1. Date: 11/29/2011 6:32:00 PM
    Very nice write once again Tony! I love how you fit both together like that... Keep it flowing.

  1. Date: 11/29/2011 5:50:00 PM
    Nicely done Tony! Nice rhyme, great flow, easy to read and a wonderfully creative spin to a well-known story. Kind of like Charlotte's web meets The First Noel. Thanks for sharing. Joe

  1. Date: 11/29/2011 10:20:00 AM
    What a perspective! The greatest story ever told, told in a wonderful understanding way. Beautiful rhyme and I could see everything so clearly and then I could feel the warmth and joy of the birth of the Christ. Beautiful!

  1. Date: 11/29/2011 9:15:00 AM
    Tony, you are biscuits and gravy for sure and I may die of bad cholesterol in my hungering for more of your word feast. Awesome? Yep, Frank, I agree.

    Lane Avatar Tony Lane
    Date: 11/29/2011 10:04:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Aw shucks guys.
  1. Date: 11/29/2011 6:38:00 AM
    Tony, you are so creative. What a beautiful story! I enjoyed it very much. Kim

    Lane Avatar Tony Lane
    Date: 11/29/2011 10:07:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thank you Kim.
  1. Date: 11/29/2011 5:55:00 AM
    You have such an excellent imagination, Tony. A spider, of all things. You have penned a truly lovely story. hugs, catie :)

    Lane Avatar Tony Lane
    Date: 11/29/2011 10:07:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    This was one of those poems where I started it but had no idea how it was going to end. I was so happy when it dawned on me that spiders were spinners of threads.