THE MANGER SCENE

Christmas lights twinkle on the tree
As the house settles for the night.
In the fire place, embers softly glow.
But, I am drawn to the manger sight.

As oft times I set the scene
Under the tree or on a table,
Loving placing each lovely piece
In and around the aging stable.

There, under a blanket of flannel snow
With touches of light glitter spread;
The bible opened to the book of Luke,
Where the Christmas story is lovingly read.

Little lights cast a spell
On Mary, Joseph, and the baby Jesus.
I can almost hear the breathing of the cattle,
As I take in the wonder that surrounds us.

It is like I can almost see myself there,
In that precious time and place,
Gazing into the manger ~
As I study each loving face.

And, then, I am there ...
A very young Mary (but, yet, so very wise),
Joseph adoring her and
It shows within his eyes.

"Can you smell the hay and
Feel the excitement that catches me?"
"Yes, o yes, my Lord.
I am sharing this moment of Bible history."

I see, from the doorway opening,
A sky filled with stars so bright.
You can feel it, all so special,
In the scenes of this blessed night.

I can see the tiredness of this little family
And, yet, the wonder of this little child.
As I gaze upon that tiny face,
It's like He sees me and, yes, He even smiled!

I can hear the sounds of night
As they surround the Bethlehem town;
Sounds that echo through time and space,
And go the world around.

How I wanted to reach and touch
The wee One, o so sweet;
New born eyes beginning to drowse
Into a contented sleep.

Joseph, loving Joseph,
Stands his vigil by their side;
No longer troubled as he was before,
Gazing on Heaven's pure pride.

I feel so awed in this holy place,
My heart consumed by it.
In my spirit, I belong to this.
In my soul, the Christmas fire has been lit.

How I love this little One,
Sent from the Father up above.
As, in spirit, I visit the manger scene each year ~
The pieces I place inside, with so much love.

Yes, the tree is pretty and
The house smells of cinnamon and pine,
Gifts wrapped in holiday paper,
And all things look so very fine.

But the very best thing for me
Is the manger scene, now fragile with age,
And the old Bible (in its place)
Opened to the Christmas page.

Do you think it's normal?

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