Twas the night before conception, when all through the house,
An angel was stirring, but not any mouse.
The preparations were done by twilight with care,
In hopes that a sunrise would soon be shining there.
Mary was nestled all snug in her bed,
While visions of still waters peacefully dwelt in her head.
Mary was asleep, wearing her night cap,
She had just settled down for a long winter’s nap.
When in Mary’s room there arose such a clatter,
She sat up in her place to see what was the matter.
An angel named Gabriel flew in with a flash,
Settled near Mary and halted his dash.
Sent by God on a mission, he spoke with a bright hue,
“Greetings, O favored one, the Lord is with you!”
But Mary was troubled and wondered what this might be,
The angel assured, “Fear not, for soon you will see.”
Good news he gave next, she would conceive with a Son.
“Call him Jesus, he will be great, his kingdom will never be undone.”
Since Mary was a virgin,
She wondered how this could be.
Gabriel gave her a message from heaven,
Explained to her dutifully:
“The Holy Spirit will be on you,
the power of the Most High.
This power will overshadow you,
and the child will be born.
This child will be called holy—
he will be called the Son of God.”
With a flap of the wing! to the top of the wall!
Gabriel dashed away! And he dashed away!
She hardly saw him anymore at all!
But she heard him exclaim, as he flew out of sight,
‘Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!’