It’s a bit early for Christmas stuff, although of course the shops don’t think so … but I have to return this poetry book to a friend today, and so I’ve decided to post this delightful poem before I do:
WHAT THE DONKEY SAW
No room in the inn, of course,
And not that much in the stable,
What with the shepherds, Magi, Mary,
Joseph, the heavenly host –
Not to mention the baby
Using our manger as a cot.
You couldn’t have squeezed another cherub in
For love or money.
Still, in spite of the overcrowding,
I did my best to make them feel wanted.
I could see the baby and I
Would be going places together.