The heavenly angels then faded from sight.

            The sky once again turned from day to night.

            The shepherds all quietly rose from the ground

            And hurried to go where the child would be found.

            As they reached Bethlehem and the inn was in sight

            It led like a path to a soft little bed

            And shone very tenderly on a child's head.

            The child in the manger was sleeping so sound

            His eyes were still closed, as the shepherds stood round.

            Thousands of years would be warmed by the glow.

            Guided by light from a bright shining star

            Came a pilgrimage led of three kings from afar.

            They were dressed in the finest of satins and lace.

            Their complexions were that of an Orient race.

            The three wealthy kings were wise men and proud

            But they went to the Christ child and solemnly bowed.

            They came bearing treasures of incense and gold

            To that sweet little child, still not very old.

            The star in the sky twinkled down from above

            The world was awakened to kindness and love.

            The past was forgotten, the future was bright

            And the spirit of Christmas was born on that night

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