Finding Current Meaning In Jesus’ Birth (Part 1) By Randy Woodley

It Was A Night Around Christmas

The meaning of this poem will be reflected in Part 2 in two weeks. (Spoken to the cadence of “T’was The Night Before Christmas”)








It was a night around Christmas, in a crowded old cave

With camels and horses and cattle she laid

Knocked up by the Spirit, baby daddy beside

Psycho girl in some trouble, or maybe she lied


No time for a cleaning, no time for midwife

The stable was plenty for this baby’s life

Creation around him to welcome him in

The One who created them all back way back when


Looking for something or someone so grand

The shepherds crossed over oppressor man’s land

Kept out of the courts, their injustice not heard

He trusted them scoundrels to spread the first word


Representing creation, a pretty good crowd

Some shepherds, and cattle, and mice and some foul

A poor pregnant virgin, a blue-collar man

And wealthy Star Gazers from Iraq or Iran


All witness a Jew-baby, once who’d been King

And creator, and communist divinity

Calling back all creation, calling all strangers home

Bedded in a camel spit and mouse droppings throne


A man for the poor, the outcast, the oppressed

For women and Gentiles and all of the rest

For earth and creation, for animals too

For those who just need him, like me and like you.


It was a night around Christmas, in a crowded old cave

When God gave up Jesus to the World he had made.

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  • James G

    That is *the* best Christmas poem I’ve ever read!

  • Ron S

    Loved the poem, and your last two lines are stunning. Thank you; I think I may enjoy Christmas after all.

  • Gary T

    I like this poem and I will use it this Advent Christmas season giving credit where credit is due. I feel that you have captured the true “lowliness” of the Incarnation. Thank you.