Small plaster figures sit on our hearth.
They're essential as Christmas grows nigh.
Each year I arrange them with childlike care,
since they're fragile - and older than I.
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There is Joseph and Mary and Jesus too,
together they tell an old story,
of a babed born two thousand years ago;
how He rose to fame and glory.

As we look back through all those years
tales of faith, hope and love are told -
of caring and sharing through laughter and tears;
He changed lives around the globe.

God loved us enough to give us His son.
That's the truth that really frees us.
To celebrate the birth and give thanks for the gift,
and say Happy Birthday Jesus!

Eileen and Ray

By Ray Day
Created and published in 2000