The Perfcet Christmas Day Poem by Sharron Stephenson

december is the last month of the year,
the time when the star or david,
was shinning so bright in the midnight sky,
the angels were singing,
in afar place,
a child was born ina manger for a bed,
three wise men had travelled,
with gold frankincense and muir,
for the little boy,
who was the miracle? one,
as time went by,
the christams we know now,
is full of presents and joy,
the ho, ho, ho and jingle bells,
rudolph the red nose reindeer,
the happy man in a red suit,
with the big whiten beard,
the slay across the chimney tops,
little robin red breast