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By Josie Whitehead
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THE NATIVITY PLAY
By Josie Whitehead
The nativity play's at school today.
We must be there on time!
Our teacher told us yesterday:
'I want you here by nine!'
There are such a lot of costumes
And some tea-towels on display.
The Virgin Mary looks enchanting
For today’s her special day.
Come and look at Baby Jesus.
See, he’s like my doll at home.
There’s an angel in the corner
Texting on his mobile phone.
Charlie Foster has been chosen –
He’s a wise man yet again -
But he usually forgets his words
For wisdom’s such a strain.
Sophie Newton is an angel
Wrapped in her mother’s sheet.
The heavenly host look nervous
But they’re also rather sweet.
Look, poor Joseph seems a little shy –
He's skulking round the back.
No, he’s hiding with the shepherd boys
Who're sharing out a snack.
Now the inn-keeper and wife are here
And it’s almost time to start.
They’ve brought a little donkey too
Who seems to know his part.
See, the curtain’s slowly rising now
Upon a tranquil scene
With three shepherds sitting in a row,
Their toy sheep in between.
Angel Gabriel appears now
Wearing lovely golden wings.
When he’s said his piece, the angels come
And everybody sings.
The shepherds don’t seem interested.
They’re looking out for ‘Mum’
And one’s doing what he shouldn’t do –
He’s eating chewing-gum.
This scene quite quickly changes
And we’re in the stable, warm.
Virgin Mary’s sitting by the crib
And Jesus has been born.
The shepherd boys come on the stage
And all is going fine,
But it’s sad to see that Joseph still
Is struggling with his lines.
The three wise men have now arrived
But one is in disgrace.
The problem’s that his golden crown
Has slipped upon his face.
Charlie Foster’s doing really well –
He’s kneeling on the floor -
And Baby Jesus goes on sleeping
In what seems to be a drawer.
Our Christmas play is over now.
We’ve pleased our mums and dads
And the teachers all look happy
So I guess it wasn’t bad.
Our headmaster thanks us one and all.
Up goes a heartfelt cheer.
Thank God indeed for Christmas
Which just comes but once a year.
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