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Our Christmas Star
 
Every year at Christmas
the story is the same;
the holy Infant, born in a stable,
and Jesus is His name.

Each year I'd tell my children
about the shepherds and wise men,
an angel choir announcing the news
and the star which shone back then.

One year, with finances very pinched,
we couldn't afford a tree
but weedy casuarinas grew
in the back yard and were free.

I had some tinsel in a box
to drape along each bough.
The tree looked ever so beautiful
but I cannot imagine how.

The children made a cardboard star,
covered in silver alfoil bright.
We placed it at the top of the tree
where it looked absolutely 'right'.

We kept that star so many years'
each year it was placed in its spot
and each year when I told the story,
with our Christmas day summery hot,

the children were transfixed in wonder
(as children the world over are),
by the baby, wrapped in swaddling clothes,
the scene lit by our Christmas star.




By cherryk

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