Nativity Scene Poem by John F. McCullagh

It seemed an inauspicious birth,

another mouth to feed on earth.

A stable in a crowded town,

the only lodging to be found.



Caesar Augustus had decreed

a census of his realm proceed.

As Bethlehem is David’s town

Its narrow streets were filled with sound.



Perhaps a midwife helped the girl

Produce the Savior of our world

Bringing forth her child in pain,

so that we might salvation gain.



Their little donkey oversaw

the baby swaddled on the straw.

Mother Mary did her best

to nurse the baby at her breast.



A whispering of angels may

Have directed Sheppards where they lay.

A conjunction, seeming like a star,

might lure Magi traveling far.



A folk in darkness witnessed light

Upon that primal Christmas night.

Blest be the child of Mary’s womb

And faithful hearts that give Him room.