Christmas eve Poem for Kids

Christmas Eve, & Twelve Of The Clock.

"Now They R All On Their Knees,"

An Elder Said As V Sat In A Flock

By The Embers In Hearth side Ease.

We Pictured The Meek Mild Creatures Where

They Dwelt In Their Straw Pen,

Nor Did It Occur 2 One Of Us There

2 Doubt They Were Kneeling Then.

So Fair A Fancy Few Would Weave

In These Years! Yet, I Feel,

If Someone Said On Christmas Eve,

"Come See The Oxen Kneel"

"In The Lonely Barton By Yonder Comb

Our Childhood Used 2 Know,"

I Should Go With Him In The Gloom,

Hoping It Might B So...!!!