How fortunate at Christmas time
are poets who-have-all
those words to rhyme!
Darkest night to brightest light!
Gifts to bring
and bells to ring!
Songs to sing
to a new-born King!
Jesus,
the meek and mild baby
laying asleep in a mangers hay,
brings about Gods glorious day.
And Mary now will always be
the Virgin Queen of Galilee.
And a cherry tree
and a Christmas tree,
forever our emblems of
“From sin set free.”
Poems by Ken 