This image is from the Christian Coptic Orthodox Church of Egypt.
Pray for them as we celebrate what they cannot.
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THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
By: Sister St. Thomas, B.N.D. de N.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town,
St. Joseph was searching, walking up roads and down;
Our Lady was waiting, so meek and so mild,
While Joseph was seeking a place for the Child;
The children were nestled, each snug in their beds,
The grown-ups wouldn’t bother, “There’s no room!” they said;
When even the innkeeper sent them away,
Joseph did wonder, now where could they stay?;
He thought of the caves on the side of the hill,
“Let’s go there,” said Mary, “It’s silent and still;”
The moon on the crests of the new fallen snow,
Made pathways of light for their tired feet to go;
And there in a cave, in a cradle of hay,
Our Saviour was born on that first Christmas Day!
The Father was watching in heaven above,
He sent forth His angels, His couriers of love;
More rapid than eagles, God’s bright angels came;
Rejoicing and eager as each heard his name;
“Come Power, Come Cherubs, Come Virtues, Come Raphael,
Come Thrones and Dominions, come Michael and Gabriel;”
“Now fly to the Earth, where My poor people live,
Announce the glad tidings My Son comes to give;”
The Shepherds were watching their flocks on this night,
And saw in the heavens an unearthly light;
The Angels assured them, they’d nothing to fear,
“It’s Christmas,” they said, “The Saviour is here!”
They hastened to find Him, and stood at the door,
Till Mary invited them in to adore;
He was swaddled in bands from His head to His feet,
Never did the Shepherds see a baby so sweet!
He spoke not a word, but the shepherds all knew,
He was telling them secrets and blessing them too;
Then softly they left Him, the Babe in the hay,
And rejoiced with great joy on that first Christmas Day;
Mary heard them exclaim as they walked up the hill,
“Glory to God in the Highest, Peace to men of good will!”
Merry Christmas to all!!!
May the Infinite who became an infant bless you now and always and my our Good God bless you with the desires of your heart. . .
Sandy Ozanich (c) December 24, 2013