Many many years ago
A baby boy was born
In an unthinkable place
Where animals sleep and eat.
A baby boy was born
By his peasant parents
Who obeyed decree of a king
And traveled to a distant land.
No house took his parents in
No room left for them in any inn.
His parents were poor indeed
All they had, they carried on a donkey.
Many many years ago
That baby boy was born
During a cold Winter night
In a place that was dark and cold..
That baby boy was born
In a place with no fireplace
Only loose straws for animals to rest
And a manger to hold animal feed.
A manger became his cradle
Loose straws became his mattress
He was wrapped in swaddling clothes
Animals stayed around like his friends.
No one knew who that baby boy was then
Except his parents who were foretold.
Now we know who that baby boy was.
And today, we celebrate his birth day.
NHIEN NGUYEN MD
12/25/2018
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Thank you for your kinds words, and comments in my poetic journey.