In Bethlehem's quiet, 'neath a starry gleam,
A humble scene unfolds, a sacred dream.
A manger cradles a newborn's first breath,
In the still of the night, heralding life's depth.
Mary, gentle mother, in a cloak of grace,
Cradles the infant, love lighting her face.
Joseph, protector, with unwavering care,
Stands by their side in a silent prayer.
A heavenly chorus, angels declare,
Tidings of joy, filling the air.
Shepherds in fields, under skies so vast,
Hasten to witness, the moment so vast.
The Magi, guided by a celestial light,
Bring gifts of reverence, precious and bright.
Frankincense, myrrh, and gold they bestow,
Honoring the child, with hearts aflow.
In a stable, amidst straw and hay,
Hope incarnate, in a newborn's lay.
Jesus, the Savior, the world's guiding star,
Bringing peace and love from realms afar.
A tale of humility, in a humble abode,
Love's embodiment, a divine code.
In Bethlehem's stillness, a promise is sown,
A timeless story, of love to be known.
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I can see your poem turn into a song