Christmas Poem Mary's Thoughts Poem by James Tipp

The days leading up to the big event
Were tiring and really not fun
I pondered the age old question
What it’s like just being a mum.
I’d carried this babe for a long time
But now we were well on our way
The donkey was swaying and moving
I sat and endured it all day.
The nights were spent in the open
Too poor to stay at an inn
Remember I said in the darkness
This baby’s a sign yes from Him.
But the pain was really quite awful
The next day we started along
The donkey was swaying and moving
I knew it wouldn’t be long.
We came to the family village
Exhausted we knocked on the door
But the house was heaving with people
Who’d arrived at the house just before.
We tried the various cousins
We tried their relations as well
But nobody had any room left
The baby was near I could tell.
At last a friendly landlord
A friend of the family I’m told
Allowed us room in his stable
It was good to be out of the cold.
His wife changed the straw in the stable
The manger was made as a bed
I lay on the sweet smelling grasses
As good as any clean bed.
I struggled and cried in the moments
That lead to every new birth
I held him and fed him and kissed him
Not knowing my baby’s real worth
Till a knock on the door some hours later
Revealed a number of men
Who insisted on seeing my baby
In all they numbered about ten.
Some were dressed in real finery
The others smelled of sheep and of wool
But all knelt in sheer adoration
The innkeeper smiled like a fool.
So now I’ll know about mother-hood
Do my best for this little man
One day look back on this moment
Knowing I was part of His plan.