The world hustled and bustled in its own way as usual.
The little stars flickered and twinkled way up in the sky.
The angels huddled and bundled in a way quite unusual
To gaze into the glowing face of a new born boy.
One said, 'See how tiny He looks in those swaddling clothes,
The Prince of Heaven has crossed into earth's deadly orb.
He who made Solomon rich has chosen for Himself a manger,
The Head of all things is born in His own world like a stranger! '
Then a gong rung hard and an angel called, 'To the shepherds! '
And in an instant they were out of Bethlehem into the suburbs.
One angel declared to some grubby men, 'Unto you Christ is born! '
And the angels rejoined, 'Gloria in Excelsis Deo! Peace on earth, good will to men! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very beautiful poem, like it, a great write.