Found while tidying up

I‘m supposed to be tidying up but I found this poem from a previous Christmas. It seemed to chime in with something I saw yesterday when shopping: ‘Special offer, £10 off stables!’

You can never have too many stables,
Marys, innkeeper’s, Kings,
Townsfolk, shepherds and angels
Each one with tinsel and wings.
You can never have too many teatowels,
Curtains, mangers and stuff,
Straw, donkeys and camels:
Of this we just can’t get enough.
Every year about now we remember,
A story as old as the hills,
That were covered with sheep and with shepherds
A story packed that’s full of thrills.
There was Romans all roamin’ about,
Making life for the people quite hard:
Remember that next time
You choose a cute Christmas card.
There was a tough journey by donkey,
A road that seemed endlessly long,
At the end not much to sing of:
A shed full of sheep and a pong
A long night of labour was followed
By a bloke who came in with some gold
And two who had myrrh and frank-insense:
What good was all that in the cold?
But each year we stop to remember
This story of stables and such,
Of people with not much to give
Who end up giving so much.
A mum, a dad and a baby
Who will grow up into a man,
Who’s story we’ve promised to follow
As we try to live to God’s plan

In our life and our believing

The love of God