Christmas Poetry 2019 .........

Met a girl called Mary
She was an adventurer 
Threw her lot in with a carpenter 
Travelled around with him
Fell pregnant, off on her travels
Again, visited her Cousin
Elizabeth, the rhythm of her song
Rang out across timeThat was her Magnificat

 Met a guy called joe
An ‘0’ level in woodwork 
Dove tailed joints
A speciality, met his Mrs
She met some guy called
Gabriel, claimed he was an angel
Now he’s a Dad, life is strange
Off to register to vote if he’s able
Only to find his Son, born in a stable

 Travelling across country they looked
But the accommodation was booked
It was a hard time of year to travel
As their dreams began to unravel 
But they needed to follow the system 
Register for the Poll Tax in Bethlehem
He was a self employed joiner
She was pregnant with their first born
It was a long journey to make
And hard to get any kind of break
Despite rumours of angels, stars and wonder
No-one could help with the hunger
Until they saw a sign for the food bank
So they gathered their parcel with thanks
And carried on trying their best
To find a reasonable place to rest

 Happened on some shepherds passing 
Through, where are ewe heading we asked
Aah! they said, we seen an Angel come down
So we’re off to find a Stable somewhere’s around
Seems there’s a baby and a puzzled Dad
A happy Mum and one or two cows
See we’ve come from Cumbria with our ewes

 Bumped into corner boys
Hanging out on the streets
Looking out for shadows cast
Watching passers by walk past
You ain’t no angels someone 
Shouted, the corner boys
Grimaced as they were outed
But this wasn’t the same old story
They were here telling good news
Every verse ended, Glory, Glory, Glory

 Idling past three kings
Parked on the hard shoulder
With hazard flashers flashing
We call out asking if they have 
Problems with their car
No mate they call back
We’re fine just as we are
We call again to ask if their
Sat Nav’s on the blink
Don’t worry they call back
We’re just following the star
Visited the pub yesterday 
Asking directions having lost my way
The publican had a story to share
About a couple who stopped over there
The pub only had one room with a manger
So they booked themselves in out of danger
Baby was born earlier than expected
Some unearthly music was dimly detected
The publican claimed Angels sang glory
Seemed something of a far fetched story

 Driving North on the A1
That’s when you see one
Standing tall for all its worth
The Angel of the North 
Soon Angels will be in the news 
Singing glory, glory, glory
Telling the old, old story
Whilst a puzzled mum and a proud dad
Are thinking it’s not turned out so bad

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