Twas the night before Christmas
America cried out in fear
of foreigners coming from far and from near.
“They might take our jobs, they might take our life!” the people shouted out, overtaken by strife.
Many seemed to forget the savior they claim
was also a foreigner with little to his name.
His parents, unmarried, far from their home,
as foreigners they were completely alone.
No room at the inn, they gave birth homeless, in a manger
to a son whose life would soon be in danger.
The baby, a king, born in poverty.
Lowly, unknown, a king he would be
. A king who would turn the world on its head,
proclaim good news to the poor,
call for the hungry to be fed.
The embodiment of love, God in human form,
come to save us from the sin with which we all are born.
The way of peace, the…
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