Twas just as a Christmas pageant
should be, baby
Jesus cried and
shepherds yawned. The
first wiseman could not be heard and
the second’s voice
so sweet and clear,
the third off key.
Baby angels wandering while
proud parents and
grandparents swelled
with pride and joy.
Author: BHW
I am an octogenarian, mother, grandmother, wife, sister, friend, voracious reader, and amateur poet. I am dedicated to keeping both my mind and body active through yoga and tai chi, walks with my dog, rich discussion with my book club and 80+ groups, and numerous other activities. I have a deep curiosity about the world and its inhabitants.
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