On a day that’s cold and grey
the children act their Christmas play.
Their teachers have spent many hours
making cardboard sheep and cows.
Mixed infants gather on the stage
and shuffle to their places;
sit mums and dads, their glowing pride
lighting up their faces.
The shepherds and the Magi,
from distant lands have come,
at least along the corridor
from classroom number one.
Three tallest boys, with stuck on beards
are looking rather wary
in case the glue should come unstuck.
…and little Rose plays Mary.
The angels with their tinsel wings
below the star hung on a string,
are told to hover round about;
hands clasped in solemn prayer throughout.
The infant lying in the crib
is Joseph’s little brother Sid,
whose mum has lent him for the day,
the baby Jesus part to play.
He’d just arrived at home, whom mum
had called their ‘Little Stranger’
but he had slept in a nice clean cot,
not a grubby manger.
And young Joseph as he stood
beside the babe, felt really good
to be a part of this great story
of Peace and Joy and Love and Glory.
© Marion Sharville