Fine, let him look bad by himself.
Hmm.
Kay, back on topic.
It started one dark night
so many years ago
Into the world came a light
of origins so old.
A child was born in manger hay
The son of an ever virgin
in animal feed, the baby did lay,
Born to die because man has sin.
In a humble stable is born a king
The son of God yet God incarnate
To whown shepards flock and angels sing
Glory to he who saves men from an evil fate.
The heir to David’s throne
per eis qui est gratia plena, Mary
The man who bares our sins alone
Yet who has no sins to carry.
She pulls the linen away from his face
and holds him close to her
There come a time like this in a different place,
His body bloodied, broken, adored with myrh.
But on this night, his death is years from now
He is a helpness infant in the arms of his mother
surrended by hay, a donkey and a cow
this night is peaceful, there shall never be another.