I want to share a poem by John Shea that a friend sent me.
Sharon's Christmas Prayer
She was faive,
sure of the facts,
and repeated them
with slow solemnity
convinced every word
was revelation.
She said,
They were so poor
they only had peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
to eat
and they went a long way from home
without getting lost. The lady rode
a donkey, the man walked and the baby
was inside the lady.
They had to stay in a stable
with an ox and an ass (hee-hee)
but the three Rich Men found them
because a star lighted the roof
Shepherds came and you could
pet the sheep but not feed them.
Then the baby was borned.
And do you know who he was?
Her quarter eyes inflated
To silver dollars.
The baby was God.
And she jumped in the air
whirled round, dove into the sofa
and buried her head under the cushion
which is the only proper response
to the Good News of the Incarnation.
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