Silent Night
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It was late at night, and
everything was dead quiet.
Only in the unruly city
Did people create a riot.
On the side, straw was scattered;
A baby pika crawled in.
His stomach rumbled;
He was on a forced diet.
All around was silence,
But he hid in some straw.
Two shivering people crawled in.
The baby pika looked in awe.
Still, the night was silent.
As the woman lay down.
She emptied her things,
A swaddling cloth and a gown.
Soon, she was to give birth.
The baby pika groaned in despair.
The babe was born,
The cow shed was filled with celestial light.
Heavenly music filled the manger,
Angels flew above in adoration.
Hail, the Saviour, was born
For everyone of any nation.
Even the baby pika felt elated,
And wondered what he should do.
As shepherds came to adore,
The baby pika just joined the queue.
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2024
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