Christmas I 27th December 2020 Year B
After the very bright light,
And the talking bird,
And the singing,
And the sky filled up wi’ wings, And then the silence,
Our lads sez
‘We’d better go, then
Stay, Shep. Good dog, stay.’ So I stayed wi’ t’ sheep
After they cum back,
It sounded grand, what they’d seen: Camels, and kings, and such,
Wi’ presents – human sort,
Not the kind you eat –
And a baby. Presents wes for him. Our lads took a lamb.
I had to stay behind wi’ sheep.
Pity they didn’t tek me along, too. I’m good...