Christmas stars are shinning bright
Lighting up the streets we see,
For tonight, the infant king of light
A saviour is born for you and me.
Clothed in majesty yet unseen,
The babe of Bethlehem wrapped in a shawl
Radiates new hope and joyful gleam
To all mankind - the divine call.
The angels chant with holy thrill:
“Glory to God in the highest heavens,
Peace on earth to men of goodwill.”
And every gloomy heart enlivens.
God has visited our world at last
Our creator, father, brother and friend,
As foretold by prophets in the past.
Oh come, let us to his crib attend.
Christmas stars, Christmas stars
Are but a glimpse of the divine light
From God’s throne, through earthly altars -
Illuminating our hearts with wondrous sight!
Christmas is the time Christ was born
So we wake up to praise Him at dawn,
We sing hymns and rejoice in His name
Because this is the time He came.
Christmas is the most celebrated birthday
And when he was born His head laid on hay.
This birthday belongs to Christ our Lord
The one who’s parables never makes us bored.
His Heavenly father made Him come
And Mary became his beloved mum.
25th of December is His birthday
To all of us a very special day.
In the air up Oxford street the Christmas boxes swing:
The time of year for all to pass happy hours shopping.
To think of others, especially family and what they wish-
A useful present, some wondrous tale, a porcelain dish.
The cold chill, people wrapped in scarves and furs;
The big red buses, taxis, bicycles, the odd Rolls purs;
The bustle and hustle, each second counts
As Christmas tension and excitement mounts.
Children ask “Will Santa come again this year? With presents?
What about the three wise men with gold and frankincense?”
What mysteries from the East will they bring?
What tales of magic, astrology and wandering?
They find by the marvellous light which shines in the sky.
The holy and lowly place, the stable, where angels fly
And lo! Behold! The baby child is held in His mother’s arms:
An aura of golden warmth radiates her shining face so calm.
How can God descend so low to human form?
In this simple way to fulfil humankind’s every norm
To show that human love is truly pure and divine
And fills the world with His glory and heavenly chime.
C H R I S T M A S - Theresa Rhodes
C hildren Laughing
H appy Faces
R inging Bells
I cy Spells
S anta's coming
M other's loving
A ngels above
S ing Christ in the Manger is laying.
Frosty roads and white hills
Dried-up trees and chilly winds
Ice pellets or heavy snowfall:
I know that Christmas yet again calls.
The most celebrated season worldwide,
Travellers hurry home in a stride:
A season of love and unity of family,
All come together and make merry.
The Christmas tree is alight with gifts beneath,
Symbolising the true gift that God bequeaths
Upon mankind - yet we must share
With one another, both far and near.
Yes, the perfect gift this Christmas
Received through prayer and the Holy Mass
Is Jesus Christ deep in our hearts:
His love to embrace, never to part.
CHRISTMAS RETURNS – Neil Rowland
(Dedicated to Mary Emeji)
We come upon the season of peace on earth
And goodwill to all men and women.
This year we may need a nudge and reminder
Not as subtle as a moving star in the sky to the east.
Christian charity appears tired and forgotten
As relatives abroad or a bedraggled kitten.
The worries of life risk to trick us into a hole
To pay our rent, to heat our room, keep our jobs
To buy a coat, eat a meal or to keep on a light.
We face the longest and darkest time of the year,
Encouraging loneliness and greatest fears.
Another month of budget cuts and money tight,
Yet miraculously there’s a glint of brightness.
We experience a wish to meet with family and friends,
Remind we still think of them in this life’s fight.
In thoughts and hearts like a fire in the grate,
In hope and joy like that new baby born that day,
To thank strangers for acts of kindness and care,
To discover solidarity and community once more,
Even like a lost coin in the crack of the pavement.
The idea of love and redemption falls upon us
With the thread of a sunset as we wait for a bus,
Like the train that transports us back to our home,
The taste of cream and brandy added to the pudding,
When we realise the power and will of true giving.
The Christmas spirit is so easy to overlook
When we are tired, feeling distracted or distressed,
Winter biting at our mind as well as our fingers,
Haunted by bad news, horrors and disasters
That seems the fate of everyone in this world.
But whatever has fallen we endeavour to gather,
Trying to smile, to raise glasses in a toast to each other,
Appreciating our beloved when we’re all together,
To warm sounds of laughter, carols and the ringing of bells.
So the true spirit of Christmas returns to find us.
CHRISTMAS – Tonny Sammy
Christmas is the time of the year
When people eat some dears.
They come together to have a chat
Or to get a brand new hat.
On Christmas you get a lot of things:
Gold watches and diamond rings.
Hopefully they’ll not be fake
And not be from a bad make.
Christmas is the best time of year
The time you shouldn’t fear.
This year will be a lot of fun
Getting gifts from everyone.