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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

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