22 December, 2019
The parturient virgin with her divine load,
Sought a rest for the night to abode,
They had travelled for days and many a mile,
Bearing her unborn Holy Child
All Bethlehem had no vacant lodging,
Thus an inn-keeper made room in his manger.
Asked his daughter to fetch hot water;
When she came back she gazed in awe,
At the glorious infant laid in the straw.
None did witness the birth of Christ
Though at midnight by angels were glorified.
Thus a virgin ever-more
Mother most chaste; the Saviour bore
Wrapped in swaddling clothes he lay,
The light of the world was born that day.
Beyond the manger and over the hills
The silence burst forth into harmony
The angels sang that a king was born
And the shepherds worshiped
On the first Christmas morn
- George Eddie