THE VERY FIRST CHRISTMAS DAY

His parents had no money, although He was a King—
An angel came to Joseph one night as he dreamed.
“Don’t be afraid to marry her, this child is God’s own Son,”
And with these words from God’s messenger, their journey had begun.

They traveled to the city, their taxes to be paid—
But when Christ was born they found no place for the baby to be laid.

So they wrapped Him up and used a lowly manger for His bed,
With nothing else but straw to place beneath the Christ-child’s head.

The shepherds came to worship Him, the wise men traveled too—
Led by a star up in the sky, they found the baby new.
They gave him gifts so wondrous, their incense, myrrh, and gold,
Thus completes the greatest story of a birth ’twas ever told.

He was just a tiny baby, born in a stable far away—
They had no reservations, and nowhere else to stay.
But His birth was so majestic, in a simple sort of way,
A baby born in Bethlehem on a very special day.

It was the Savior born in Bethlehem, on the very first Christmas Day.

— Brenda Thompson Davis