The "journey Through Christmas"

In my hometown of Hillsboro A humble, small suburb There stood a church that was more humble still In that cozy congregation We'd teach and learn the Word And try each day to do the Father's will But our little congregation Each year at Christmastime Would execute a miraculous feat! The whole town would come out in droves To view what we'd present A Christmas pageant right next to the street! The first vignette was of a home A modern family Telling of that first Christmas long ago The next scene showed the palaces Of Herod on his throne When his grim proclaimation he bestowed Each onlooker could walk or drive From scene to sacred scene But either way, observers saw the worth For every stop would reenact The story of God's love From Herod to the blessed Savior's birth The community seemed hungry To hear the wondrous news Of the Messiah, born to die for us And like them, we were richly blessed To share with all who came The spectacle-- a Journey Through Christmas! *This is a true story that I've presented in poetry form for Carolyn Devonshire's "Christmas in Your Town" Contest