I wrote this poem for last year’s family newsletter that we send out each Christmas.

It is one of my very favorites.

I wonder what it was like,
In a field so far away,
To hear the angels singing,
On that first Christmas day.

I wonder what it was like,
Traveling far from home,
To give birth to a baby,
That could never be my own.

I wonder what it was like,
To have no place to rest,
To know my heavenly Father,
Was giving us His best.

I wonder what it was like,
To be a wandering king,
To bow before the child,
Who would give us everything.

I wonder what it was like,
Among those who came to see,
Laying in a manger,
The one to set us free.

I wonder what it was like,
Those many years ago,
To see how much He loved us,
And just how far He’d go.

©2006 Virginia Donahue