Christmas Poem
What!!! No-ooh!!! Why?
Let’s not give it to the royals else they will think they deserve it.
Let’s give it to the young carpenter and his wife.
Let’s not give it to Rome else it will boost its pride.
Let’s give it to a village, Bethlehem of Judaea.
Let’s not give it to people who live in mansions else it will lose it’s significance.
Let’s give it to the homeless seeking shelter but found it in a manger.
Gather around, gather around says the chief music director. I have received a special command from the throne room to sing a song with the theme: “God’s gift to the low of estate”. We visiting earth for the rendition.
Earth? Asked one of the choir. Yes earth, you heard me right replied the chief music director.
Great!!! I am going to show those humans, they don’t know how to sing as much as we do. They will rewrite their music theories, Kings and Queens will stand in applause dream of us many years after the rendition praying we come again, exclaimed one of the choir with joy.
No, we are performing before shepherds and possibly their sheep, replied the chief music director.
Now the song I have composed that fits the theme is titled: “Joy to the World”. It goes like this:
‘Joy to the World
The Lord is come
Let earth receive her King in a manger’.
No, interrupted the chief music editor, let it be:
‘Joy to the World
The Lord is come
Let earth receive her king’.
For I reckon that The pride of Men will not take it; this irreconcilable thought of God will be unbearable for the ego of man. We need this song to exist for many years to come — It is God’s gift to the Low of Estate.
