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The Very First Christmas ( Sorta )

A brilliant star lit up the night
above the sleeping town.
The drunken Romans at the Inn
had finally settled down.
The tax collectors bags of gold
were stashed and hid away.
The little town of Bethlehem
in peaceful silence lay.

A weary traveller and his wife,
delayed along the way,
Stopped at the Inn, with every hope,
to find a place to stay.
His wife was nine months pregnant,
and was due this very night,
But there was no room for them within,
to help them in their plight.

The landlord was a kindly man,
he'd help if he were able,
But he couldn't offer shelter,
other than his humble stable.
The grateful couple made a bed
upon the golden hay
And the baby Jesus Christ was born
that eve on Christmas Day.

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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
It's pretty much self explanitory

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