By Josie Whitehead
Airports are packed with travellers from far
Whilst others come travelling by train or by car.
The buses are full and some come by ship -
At Christmas, it seems, many folk make a trip.
The shops take in money from morn until night
And the streets of the cities are gilded with light.
From churches you’ll hear the Christmas bells ring
And from inside the churches some carols they sing.
The children have problems with getting to sleep.
Their presents are wrapped and piled in a heap.
As Christmas comes regularly over the years
It brings with it good times but also its fears.
More than two thousand years have swiftly flown by
Since three wise men followed a star in the sky.
They too made a journey to a land far away -
A visit with presents - no intentions to stay.
They found the small baby asleep on the hay
And this was, of course, the first Christmas Day.
The presents they gave him were frankincense, gold
And one brought the gift of some myrrh, we are told.
King Herod was furious to hear of this king
And commanded his soldiers to do a cruel thing:
'Kill all the young children. There’s no king but I!
Have pity on no one. Make sure they all die!'
The angels told Mary and Joseph to go.
'There’s no time to waste, no time to be slow.'
With haste they made off with a feeling of dread,
And from Herod’s cruel soldiers they very soon fled.
So, at Christmas, if you make a journey this year,
Think of the family who fled full of fear.
Refugees still exist in our world of today,
So remember these people upon Christmas Day.
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