Come and listen to that which I have to tell

Draw closer that I may not lose my breath

As I recall a tale of great joy of a boy king

A son of man

Quite an ordinary boy

Who does not surround himself

With elves’ goblins unicorns or dragons

No men in coloured costumes

Nor old men in red coats and long white beards

For this is a tale in a far -off land

Of many moons ago

When a boy is born to a virgin fair

Whisked away when she is heavy with child

Far away from a jealous king who wishes to kill the boy

A star is seen in the east the like of which has never before been seen

A signal for those to follow who would come and bow

Before the baby king

Born in humble origins in a stable behind an inn

Three kings come and bring gifts of great wealth

Gold Frankincense and myrrh

His only subjects the animals of the field until such time

That he will reach his majority

And he will save the fallen world from

All that has fallen

So, remember good gentle folk

This day this boy this man

Not with tinsel and fairy dust

But forever known as he who saved the world

Emmanual God with us