C lad in
white, the angel
shouts a king is born today.
Her halo
slips as she points, you shepherds go that way.
Rob
shakes his head, no room here, you should have booked ahead.
I have a
stable, John cries, you can share the cows bed.
Silent
Night the children sing. Mary sits down sighing.
The
manger slides on swiftly. Joseph knocks it flying.
Mary
pulls the swaddled doll from underneath her frock.
And
Joseph waves to his mother sat in the first block.
Shepherds
stumble forwards, fluffy lambs clutched in their hands.
Nat’s
tee-towel hides his eyes; so on Joseph’s foot he stands.
As Mary
lays the baby doll in the cardboard crib,
The
injured Joseph shouts ouch! and pokes Nat in the rib.
In the
Deep Mid Winter they sang, while the boys did fight.
Visitors
from afar arrived wrapped in curtains bright.
I bring
Gold the first yelled, pushing Joseph out of sight.
This is
Frankenstein the next lisped, as his crown did fall.
You need
Myrrh Paul paused... for you are saviour of us all.
Paul then
waved and called out; Mum I got it right today!
Laughing,
the audience wiped their happy tears away.
Away in a
manger, they sang, No crib for a bed.
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