Still

Do you think the shepherds ever thought
when angels joyous tidings brought
that still, two thousand years from then,
we'd sing about good will to men?

And did the magi, kind and wise
look into baby Jesus' eyes
and the thousands like those three,
who'd worship him on bended knee?

Did Mary, with unswerving trust
believe that he had come for us?
That despite lights and sweets and shops
and hopes that Santa Claus will stop,
we'd still remember on that day
our Lord who in a manger lay,
who laughed and cried and grew and then
who died alongside other men,
as though for all his boundless grace,
his was another human face,
so those of us who though we sin,
remember and believe in him,
might, through this world of war and crime,
still find his peace at christmas time.