Night fell silent.
The sky illuminated by a star of glory.
Showing the world which way to go.
A present for the future.
Child of honesty truth and love.
Laid blessed.
Silent.
In a tinsel covered sparkly cradle.

Started their trek to Bethlehem.
Found themselves in turkey.
Those wise men.
Well they were made of sage.
And onion.

'Fraid the lovely Mary.
In this modern version.
Was not quite a ******.
In the Christian way.
The Christmas story the ******.
Mary stood in an intact state of glory.
Proud of her gift to the world.

Honest Jo, was honest always.
Presents stashed below the tree.
The shepherds had their sheep dogs.
By hook or by crook.
They have their place of joy.
Within the Christian holy book.

Now,
Santa Claus,he gets a mention.
The mother of all fairy tales.
A jolly ** ** ** invention.
The only bells ringing out.
Are the peals of checkout beeps.
While.
The children of once modern day virgins do weep.
For the cost of living life nowadays.
Is oh so very steep.

Stand beside the story teller.
Carol,
She sung out of tune.
Underneath the Christmas moon.




By ladylivvi1

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