Here is a prose poem I wrote awhile back. It is about the first Christmas. I know it is a little late, but I just got it the way I want it.
God With Us
He is with us. Angel choirs filling the night sky like
constant lightning, scaring shepherds senseless, singing
gloria in excelsis deo.
Rushing sheep dog fly at the heels of smelly shepherds
from the hills dashing off to a stable to see the newborn
king.
Gently, softly, he rests within a manger wooed to rest
by the soft sounds of cows munching hay and sheep
baaing a midnight lullaby.
From on high, one of night's bright members beams its
special light leading rich men from afar to bow along with
poor men, creatures and the Heavenly host in honor of
Emmanuel.
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