Christmas poems written by Elizabeth Thomas | Dec 2021
MARY
Mary rode upon a donkey
Her babe would be here soon
She gave birth in a stable
At the Inn there was no room
The news of Mary’s baby
Travelled on a star
To shepherds watching over flocks
And wise men from afar
Mary wrapped her babe in swaddling bands
A lamb the shepherds brought
With gold and frankincense and myrrh
This babe the wise men sought
A heavenly host of angels
Above the stable did sing
“Christ is born in Bethlehem
Glory to the new born king”
To the hospital by taxi
Mary’s baby on the way
She delivered in a birthing pool
He was born on Christmas Day
She posted her news onto Facebook
Photos of her baby boy
Friends and family around the World
Emailed messages of joy
Mary wrapped her babe in a brand new shawl
Gifts delivered for her and her son
Flowers and teddies a Mothercare voucher
And a hamper via “Amazon”
Nurses humming Christmas carols
From the radio a choir sang
Mary thought of that babe born long ago
When Christmas first began
CHRISTMAS THOUGHTS
It's Christmas Day, I must get up
There's so much to be done.
Stuff the turkey, steam the pudding
Join in the family fun.
There were children at the doorstep
Their tuneful carols sing
And Christmas cards from absent friends
I've hung them on a string.
Fairy lights and baubles,
Tinsel on the tree
Unopened presents lay beneath
I hope there's one for me.
Holly wreaths and mistletoe
Who will steal a kiss?
The Queen's speech on the tele
And a film I mustn't miss.
It all began many years ago
That very first Christmas Eve
No room at the Inn the landlord said
I'm afraid you'll have to leave.
Poor Mary heavy with unborn child
She looked so tired and sad
Rest in my stable the landlord bade
It's dry and not so bad.
There in that stable she gave birth
To an infant created from love
A prince, a lord, the Son of God
A messenger from above.
Kings and shepherds travelled to see
This wondrous holy sight
And that's how it was all those years ago
On the very first Christmas Night.
So much to do so much to buy
Our money quick to spend
No time to think of that lonely soul
His wish is for a friend
Or a homeless child living on the street
Begging to be fed
Or the people whose country torn by war
Their loved ones lying dead
Look at the face of a starving child
His eyes reflect his pain
His land so dry, no crops will grow
His Christmas wish is rain.
It is God's wish that each of us
Should love our fellow man
And to create heaven on earth
Is his eternal plan
He gave to us that Christmas morn
A gift, his precious son
He saw that man had lost his way
And something must be done.
But for what! Have we learned?
Do our wealth we share
With strangers, beggars, black or white
Do we really care?
These thoughts of Christmas in my head
Round and round they run
But I really must get out of bed
And get the Turkey done.