A Christmas Poem

I found this poem I wrote when I was in 8th grade about the first Christmas. Enjoy!


Shh! Quiet! The barn noises keep him awake,
He smiles gently knowing he is safe.


His mother covers Him to keep Him warm from cold
Laying him in straw that is obviously quite old


The shepherds outside that night run and scurry around
For they know they are near and can feel the holy ground


He wasn’t born in a palace, or placed in sheets of silk
But put in a feeding trough, and warmed by his mothers milk


They know He is special in mysterious sort of way
But trying to explain this, no words can portray


Shining bright above Him, a sparkling vibrant star
One that can be seen by all… even those afar


They load all their belongings in search of a great King
But will they find him where they think to look in palaces of gold things?


The thin cloth around him and the straw in which he lay
Is enough to keep him warm on that first Christmas day


The animals moan noisily for they know too
That the baby lying before them is the Lord of all, even you


Mary watches Him carefully with a smile on her lips
Bending down to face her King, giving her new son a kiss


The star above them twinkles in honor of the newborn King
The Holy one given to us, so let our praises ring!