Christmas Mystery
You could have been born in a palace
yet, in a dark manger it came to pass.
Or trumpets blaring in the light of day
instead of a cold night in a bed of hay.
Maybe a P.R. stunt in the eyes of many
but to true believers a lesson in humility.
Christmas, oh what an enigma you are,
God's grand design, written in the stars.
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