Janine O'Callaghan

Christmas Morning

Our family was gathered at the table;
pale moon was softly shining through the trees.
We listened to the story of the stable,
around our home there was a gentle breeze.
Oh what a wondrous tale that was we heard:
the songs of angels on that holy morn
rang out so happily with joyous word
of how the baby, Jesus Christ, was born;
of shepherds sitting quiet in the moonlight,

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