All is still in Bethlehem,
The night is raw indeed.
No room in the Inn for them,
A poor family really in need.
A stable for a maternity ward,
With beasts of burden looking on.
Then came the birth a real reward,
The Son of God was born.
A lowly birth in those far off days,
Jesus was laid in a manger.
Three wise men came to praise,
Making sure there was no danger.
We celebrate this birth every year,
With feasting, singing and praise.
Many shed a joyful tear,
Wine glasses in good cheer we raise.
Children are given games and toys,
To mark this day of birth,
The atmosphere is full of joys,
For that baby that came toEarth.
© Bernard Shaw