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Simeon spent his life waiting for Christmas day,
A moment prophesied by many who held sway,
That wonderful moment of waiting expectantly,
Upon something in the future, a virgins pregnancy.

Although not in a time when folk had any cars,
Still they travelled home from near and from far,
Occupied with an Octavian basis for consensus,
This was the reason for a journey so senseless.

Now Simeon’s Christmas day would come late,
But his present was one that was worth that wait,
Although it was seen by many a stranger,
Even shepherds came down to look in that manger.

Just like in Church today, the choir sang out,
Leaving none who witnessed in a shadow of doubt,
That Simeon’s gift was something worth waiting for,
As heavenly music echoed, the crowds came for more.

We look up at the Angel on our Christmas tree,
Forgetting its symbolism, what we should see,
For that Angel came to instruct, not to please us,
Telling Mary to call her child Jesus.

And that innocent baby that was to be born,
Was wrapped present like, to keep him warm,
In bands of cloth upon a stable floor,
To a family not of wealth, exceedingly poor.

Now Simeon’s excitement knew no earthly bounds,
His people had waited for centuries for this baby profound,
And so it was that people heard Simeon say,
It was worth waiting for my first Christmas day.

This was recorded in Luke in the bible chapter 2 verses 29 to 32, Simeon said

‘Master, now you are dismissing your servant in peace,
 according to your word; for my eyes have seen your salvation, which you have prepared in the presence of all peoples, a light for revelation to the Gentiles and for glory to your people Israel.’


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