Nativity
As the morning dawned to a world of white
and smoked curled up from chimney pots
Indoors people started to stir and rise
the children excited ran to the tree.
Beheath it, presents in colourful paper
and delightful smells waft from kitchen
All dressed up in their best for church
they file into the pews singing a carol.
The vicar tells the Nativity story as
children act it out.
Then home for their Christmas meal
where father say grace and bids all to
remember the birth of the precious child.
Once the meal is done, it is present time.
First Dad hands one to the youngest
and all watch her joy as she opens it.
Each in turn opens theirs to find
that Santa had answered their dreams.
The vicar tells the Nativity story as
children act it out.
At evening prayers the message given
is to love one another and always to
walk in Jesus's ways holding him dear
to be kind to all and help when you can.
Back at home after supper it is bedtime
and happy children snuggle under covers,
it has been the best Christmas ever.
But they will carry always the memories.
The vicar tells the Nativity story as
children act it out.
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