The little town was crowded when
Mary and Joseph sought the inn.
"No room," the busy innkeeper said,
But offered them the cattle shed.
Above the stable close to the inn,
A star blazed forth proclaiming Him,
The little Savior born for all
Lay in a lowly manger stall.

The shepherds and the Wise Men came,
Led by the star's radiant flame,
And humbly knelt and worshipped there
The holy Christ Child, wondrous fair.
The innkeeper so tired that night
Saw naught the star of wondrous light.
Had he known who'd sought his door,
He would have given his bed and more.

We must keep the vigil bright
Lest we'd not see His star tonight.
It shineth still with guiding ray,
If only we but seek the way.
O, weary one - heart gone afar -
Look up! Behold! His Christmas star.

Kay Hoffman

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Created 10/15/2000