“It’s going to be a humdinger of a Christmas,”
the old man said,
as he sat upon a park bench
one crisp, December day.
Snow flakes danced about him as he began to speak.
He spoke into the air of a Christmas long ago.

  Soon, people stopped to listen,
and a crowd began to gather
to hear the old man’s eloquent tale –
of shepherds, a place called Bethlehem,
a child born of a virgin,
and angels that sang praises to the King,
wise men, stars, and gifts – everything that happened
some two thousand years ago.

  He soon began to sing.
The crowd joined in, lifting voices to the King –
Joy to the World, O Little Town of Bethlehem,
and many more.

  The crowd, so merry with Christmas joy,
turned to thank the old man for the gift he’d given.
But he was gone, nowhere to be found!
“Where did he go?” a man did ask.

  Then a child spoke,  
“He was an angel, sent by God!
Didn’t you know?”