The First Christmas
Come here little children
Gather ‘round my knee
I will tell you the story
Of how Christmas came to be.
Many years ago,
In a land far away
The Christ Child was born
To show us the way.
Born in a manger
Where animals lay
He spent his first night
In a bed made of hay.
Shepherds in fields heard
The first Christmas song,
As Angels appeared and sang
“Christ has been born”
Up in the sky
There shone a bright star
Guiding three Wise Men
Who came from afar.
Bearing fine gifts
Heads bowed in awe
As there for the first time
The Savior they saw.
How they rejoiced,
For the world had grown weary
Of sin and confusion,
Life had seemed dreary.
Behold! As the Prophets
Of old had proclaimed,
The King was born!
“Praise to God” they exclaimed.
Gazing upon him
His Mother felt Joy
The World would be saved
By this precious boy.
So on this Christmas
When the songs have been sung,
And the gifts have been opened,
And the bells have been rung
Pause, for a moment,
Remember to say,
Thank you Lord Jesus and
Happy Birthday.
©Sharon Langan
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