Their First Noel

A star tinselled sky, A fleece white ground, Smoke curling high From homes all around. Silence outside enfolds the earth, Inside a nervous warmth wild Where a mother gives birth To a wished for boy child. The heavens asparkle, Their hearts are alight. Framed by the moon's circle The home is filled with delight. No sound without can be heard In a world cold as the tomb. His thin wail does thread Through the couple's bedroom. Bright the moon appears, Clearer than any bell, To the joy of his parents'ears, His soft cry soars to a lusty yell.