The room is all set
The forceps of foresight
The Hot water of Baptism
The towels of servanthood
The gas and air of joy in obedience,
Are all ready to go,
The Father is stood by, waiting to cut the chord,
The Angels draw the curtains of certainty
Around the Holy family
As the registrar of births
Waiting in the wings
What transpires, mystery
His story will only record
That the deliverer
Has been delivered
Save the chosen few,
No one heard the screams
No one saw the blood
No one held their breath
In anticipation of the shrill, almost angry
Defiant yell of existence
And the relief, it bought with it,
The silent night
Was split,
Christ, the saviour, is born,
The deliverer has been delivered.
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