A Child Shall Ask Them Poem by James Tipp

What’s it like to be old mum
What was it like as a child
Winters were really cold then
Now they always seem mild

Was there snow on your boots at Christmas
Did you wrap us so snug and so warm
Was the story still told then of Jesus
Of the stable and where he was born

What was it like at Christmas Sir
Was the playtime spent out in the cold
I though I would ask you Sir
‘Cause you must be really old

Perhaps we should ask the vicar
If only I really would dare
He’s so old its quite possible
He was actually there

Yes seen from a childhood perspective
Christmas is always old and yet new
The story has been in existence
Always told ‘cause it’s true

To each generation he enters
Asks people to live in his way
To change the world for the better
This child who was born in the hay