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The man I’m going to introduce was not a scrooge at all
He was kind and decent, mostly good, as I recall
Generous to his family, upright with fellow men
But all that incarnation stuff he just could not comprehend
And every year at Christmas when the birth of Christ was told
He said it made no sense to him, just a story told of old
So when his wife and children went to church on Christmas Eve
He said “I’d feel a hypocrite; it’s just too much to believe”
As the family drove away, the snow came falling down
He felt safe and warm inside and then he heard this sound
A thud came from the window, then two, then three, then four
Must be someone throwing snowballs so he went to his front door
He found no one outside there, just a flock of birds
Huddled in the fallen snow, they were what he’d heard
They’d been caught out in the storm seeking shelter and safe haven
They tried to fly into his house; these poor birds needed sav’in
He thought about his old barn where his children kept a horse
It was safe and warm in there; he’d direct them there of course
He put on his coat and hat and trampled through the snow
Opened the barn, turned on the lights so the birds knew where to go
But the birds just stood there freezing in the cold and deepening snow
Needing something to entice them; back to his house he’d go
He gathered up some bread crumbs; laid a path straight to his light
If they followed what he gave them, they’d be safe and warm all night
But still the birds ignored him in spite of all his plans
He shooed then; tried to force them; they didn’t understand
And then it finally hit him; they’re scared; I’m just a stranger
How can I turn their thinking round and keep them out of danger
They’ve got to learn to trust me, that’s their main stumbling block
If only I could be a bird and live within their flock
Then I could simply tell them not to be afraid
And I could lead them safely down the path I’d laid
But I’d really have to be one so they would see and understand
That I was there to help them; not just someone with demands
And at that very moment church bells began to ring
The story had been told once more and choirs began to sing
Adeste Fidelis  soon drifted through the trees
Understanding now the story, the man fell to his knees
For God so loved the world that he sent His only Son
To live and breathe among us till trust and love He’d won.

This was a Paul Harvey story.  It took me 2 years to put it into rhyme to my satisifaction. I still like his story better.
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