As I understand it, the story
Goes something like this:
The birth took place in a stable,
And the infant was laid in a manger —
A long open box for feeding animals.
It involved a mother and a father,
A baby, a star, and hope.
Define this hope as you like,
But something tells me
It was the kind that is suffused with love.
Three wise men came bearing gifts
Of gold, frankincense, and myrrh,
Guided by an unusually bright star.
It also had to do with humility —
This child was not born in a palace
And laid in a cradle of gold,
Lined with costly silks.
He entered this world in a stable,
Surrounded by donkeys and oxen,
With their brays and grunts
And rank animal scents.
He slept away the early hours of life
In the rough-hewn wood
And scratchy hay
Of a feeding trough.
He was born there because
There was no room for him.
How do I make room?
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