Ding Dong Poem by margaret haig

Ding dong, goes the bell, from the churches steeple,
Telling of the news of Christmas, to all the people;
This is the day that Christ was born, To be Saviour and king,
So let's Praise and thank the Lord, as we our praises sing.

Lights are shining, candle's glowing, reminding of the star,
That shone down, guiding the wisemen from afar;
And also tells of the glow, as the Angels sang their Song,
And we should sing of our praises, to Him we belong.

Presents placed, gifts wrapped, laying there for us,
Of the wisemen and the Gifts, given without fuss;
Then as we think, the frankincense, myrrh and gold,
Were gifts, but the greatest gift, was Gods son, that story so old.

Lambs bleating, camels growling, Donkey taking Mary with child,
We hear this story how there was no room, only a stable for a mother mild;
It makes me put my mind on it, how we need to have room in our heart,
Accept Him in as Lord and King, Only good things will He impart.