‘Twas a Night Before Christmas (Rewrite)
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the land
Not a creature was hoping, not a single man.
The temples were hung with an aura of guilt,
But unknown to all, a Kingdom would soon be built.
The people were settled all snug in their inns,
While it was Mary and Joseph whose worlds began to spin
But a keeper, so kind, gave them his stable to stay
Where they had to settle amongst all of the hay
When out in the fields there arose such a chorus,
I looked with my sheep to see what was before us.
Down from the heavens they flew like a flash,
Tore open the veil as though opening a sash.
High above all they gave off such a glow.
They gave the illusion of mid-day to shepherds below.
Then, what to my wondering ears should be heard,
But a resounding declaration of hope to be stirred.
With such gracefulness, as lively as youth.
I knew in a moment it must be the truth,
More rapid than eagles His angels they came,
They sang, and they sang, and called out my name!
“Now hear, all! now hear, all! now, a baby is born!
On, Earth! In David’s town! on his body cloth only worn!
Joy to the world! Shepherds hear our call!
Now dash away! Dash away and tell them all!”
As fast as they came, back to the heavens they did fly,
They met not an obstacle, as they mounted to the sky.
So up to the heavens the messengers they flew,
With the good news of God, of Jesus Christ, too.
And then, with a twinkling, a star above roofs
Which caused the pawing of all my sheep’s hoofs.
As I raised up my head, and was turning around,
Down from the town my brothers called what they found.
He was wrapped all in cloth, in the manger he was put,
And his parents seemed tired from a journey on foot.
A bundle of joy as he laid on his back,
And he looked so peaceful, for being in a hay stack.
His eyes-how they shined! his hands reached for Mary!
His skin was so soft, his nose like a berry!
His small little mouth, he opened up so slow,
And the yawn of his lungs was more pure than I know.
The thumb of his hand he held tight in his lips,
And my heart could not keep from its skips
As his smile covered his face, what did he utter,
But a beautiful laugh, which caused me to stutter!
He was chubby and round, a healthy baby boy,
And I cried when I saw him, for I was filled with joy!
Such a silent night and holy halo above his head,
Soon gave me to know I had awoken from the dead.
He spoke not a word, but stared intently at us all,
And lifted up our hopes, for he would never fall.
And waving his hand at us, I knew for sure,
Jesus’ love for me and my soul was already secure!
The first Christmas has come and now I write this epistle,
As I think about my Lord and my sins’ dismissal .
For He came to say a blessing for more than a day,
He came to say, “I am the life and the truth and the way.”
