Emma and Jesus
Emma in bed, half asleep,
Waiting for morning to come,
Cheekily taking a peep,
Warm in the comfort of home:
Hoping for snow in the night,
Listening for bells and a sleigh,
Muddled in drowsy delight,
Ready for her Christmas Day.
Jesus, new-born, in the straw
Only wants comfort and sleep,
King of the weak and the poor,
Vaguely aware of some sheep:
Angels have gone from the sky
Leaving it troubled and grey;
Then he awakes with a cry,
Greeting the first Christmas Day.