The Most Holy Night

The most Holy night is upon us soon.
Silence is in the air under the silver moon.
A star of Bethlehem is seen so far away
above a manger where Baby Jesus lay.
A trek for the magi is about to begin
across many miles to this town herein.
For many years from this holy night,
Christmas shall be in remembrance
to this humble hallowed site.

This poem is for the Belt and Beyond

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