Christmas Morning in the Barn
We rise weary, early on this day;
We hated so to leave
The warmth of friends and loved ones
On a festive Christmas Eve.
We drove home through moonlit snow scenes,
Set with twinkling, colored lights,
Proclaiming brightly to all who pass,
This is a special night.
Before our children’s joyous shouts,
Before the light of day,
We hurry out to milk the cows,
Spread out sweet-smelling hay.
We feed the quiet, gentle cows
And their noisy, eager young.
In my mind I picture distant hills
Where angel psalms were sung.
Among His lowly creatures
On this star-filled Christmas morn,
I stand in humble silence
In the scene where Christ was born.
©2010 Carol Morfitt