Was it a starry wintry night,
like we've always been told?
When Mary's Christmas Rose was born!
I wondered, as I walked outside,
early one December morn!
Many stories about His birth have been told!
She wrapped Him in swaddling clothes,
laid Him on a bed of straw,
The animals gathered 'round
their breath to keep Him warm!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem