There was no cake with candles;
There was no shiny toy,
Not anything that one might bring
To celebrate a boy.
But there were cows and chickens
And one white wooly sheep,
All standing there so quietly
To guard a baby’s sleep.
A Savior in a manger;
He didn’t have a bed,
He had a straw-filled feed trough
Just as the angel said.
A baby King! To change the world
And take all sin away!
No wonder, then, the angels sang
The glory of that day!
The party filled with wondrous joy,
So very blessed to share
This night with one small donkey
Who carried Mary there.
—Norma Stockton
