The Magic of Christmas

Twas a busy day in Bethlehem

My rooms were filled to the max

And chaos lie all around

For many had come to be taxed

The Inns were filled with people

Business today would be good

So turned I many away

Like any full Inn Keeper would

And with ne'er a second thought

I stuck to the task at hand

Then who should appear at my door

A woman pregnant on a donkey with a man

I quickly did turn them away

But looking into her eyes

I listened as the man pleaded

And ached at his sad cries

There is no room in my Inn for you

But a stable I have full of hay

It is not much for you tonight

But at least it is somewhere to lay

I showed them to my stable

Wearied they thanked me so

And walking away I wondered

What was it they did know

Had I known the King of Kings

Would be born in my manger stall

I'd have given my bed, my room to them

I'd have given Him my all

And many have turned Him away

So caught in their chaos and doom

They don't recognize the Savior

For in their hearts there's no room

So let up open our doors

Our hearts, hands, and eyes

For the magic of Christmas may lie

In a simple or humble disguise

May we each have room in our lives

To let the Master in

And unlike the hasty Inn Keeper

May we recognize it's Him

(a poem i wrote years ago)