From the crib in the pub <br />I carefully lifted out Joseph, <br />Set him up on the roof <br />Of the stable and then <br />Did the same with the infant, Jesus. <br />Getting into my stride, I put Mary <br />Beside them. It was easy as pie, <br /> <br />And even the kings gave no trouble. <br />Knowing oxen can often be awkward <br />And donkeys as stubborn as mules <br />I concluded it kinder and wiser as well <br />That the animals stayed in the barn, <br />But looking inside and seeing them there <br />All standing around, at a loss by the cot <br /> <br />I knew something drastic was needed <br />So I plucked from the sky that newly formed star— <br />So bright in the Bethlehem night—and put it inside <br />In the cot in the crib where the animals stood <br />And it gleamed and it shone and it glittered. <br />The shepherds were shocked but the kings understood <br />And the animals fell to their knees. <br /> <br />Mary and Joseph seemed secretly pleased <br />To take a back seat and be rid of the weight <br />Of such an intolerable burden. Baby Jesus kept mum <br />And, except for the ox, the animals stayed on their knees. <br />In this straightforward way, without any fuss <br />Or palaver, I'm happy to say, <br />I changed the whole course of history.<br /><br />Pete Crowther<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-christmas-crib/
