I have to set out a table for Christmas,
so, I need to know you'll attend.
I have to narrate a story or fable,
my hero will win in the end!
Away in a manger, my source, baby Jesus
was born, no room left at the Inn.
He's looking for somewhere to lay his head down,
therefore he asks 'May I come in?"
Guests to be given no less than a banquet
whilst each glass is filled up with wine.
Toasts will be given by hosts nearing sunset,
remembering all their good times.
Each has a story, a tale to be told,
some good, others sheer misery!
So complicated, they're covered in gold,
immersed then, in God's mystery.
Tears flow like water, each weep for another,
they pass arounds tissues like toys.
Oh, the injustice! Their judgement is smothered
forgiveness for them, somehow bought.
Away in a manger now Jesus has grown,
became more than man may decree.
While looking for somewhere to lay his head down,
he asks me 'Is there room for me?".
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