The Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the barn,

Not a creature was stirring, except the cats playing with yarn;

The manger was filled with hay with great care,

In hopes that our Savior would soon be lying there;

The animals were nestled all snug in the hay,

Waiting for what would happen the next day;

I just locked the door for the night at the inn,

When Joseph, Mary, and donkey came strolling on in;

They asked me for a place for them lie down,

I said “the inn is full” and then gave them a frown;

They insisted they needed a warm place to stay,

So I offered them the stable, with beds made of hay;

Later that night Mary had a baby boy,

To the world, this baby would bring so much joy;

Angels then sang to some shepherds “do not have fright,

For Christ is born on this very night”;

The shepherds headed to town from afar,

While three wise men followed the light of a star;

The wise men brought gifts, myrrh, Frankincense and gold,

To give to this boy, so bright and so bold;

The baby our Lord was named Jesus Christ,

Many years latter he would make a great sacrifice;

Someday he would die, to take away our sins,

He’d be worshiped in church, in our prayers and with hymns;

People spread Christ’s birth across the land with all of their might,

Saying, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

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