A Fun Christian Poem

Ninety days ‘til candles glow,
'til shepherds kneel in midnight snow,
'til angels sing and stars align,
and Mary rocks the Child divine.

But now? We’re in the holy wait,
with socks unmatched and breakfast late.
We light a spark, not yet a flame,
and whisper Jesus’ coming name.

The shops may hum with early cheer,
but joy begins right now, right here:
in daily bread, in morning grace,
in finding Christ in every face.

So count with laughter, count with song,
the days are short, the hope is long.
And every poem, every prayer,
will make a manger everywhere.