The Weirdest Night Ever

This has to be the weirdest night ever,
Can we tell our wives? They’ll think we were drunk,
Angels don’t talk to shepherds, no, never,
Just kings and some prophets, they’ll call it bunk.
There we were minding our sheep-flocks when
An angel told us of the Messiah,
Born to us this day in a manger, then
A load of angels set the sky on fire!
Proclaiming God’s glory we shone with them
Then they left us swiftly and off we went
To seek our born saviour in Bethlehem
We found the dear boy and due homage spent
Let them call us drunk, he have seen true light
A new star shines here on the holy light.

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