In the hush of night, a starry beacon gleams
A cosmic lullaby of celestial themes
Not wrapped in ribbons or worldly array
Yet the greatest present in the quiet hay

Beneath the fir’s branches a story unfolds
A narrative timeless, in history it molds
No glittering trinkets can rival the glow
Of this child’s first breath in the stable’s soft throw

Beyond the carols and festive cheer’s embrace
Resides the essence of a deeper boundless grace
Unseen by many, yet felt in the heart
The gift unadorned, a masterpiece of art

Under a Christmas tree, not displayed for show
Nor wrapped in paper or tied with a bow
God birthed as babe in a manger lowly lie
The eternal gift each Christmas and everyday going by

So under the tree or the starlit sky
The message lingers as the years slip by
In the simplicity, the joy finds its way
A newborn hope born on a quiet day

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