On a cold
evening in December when harmattan was at its peak
An angel was
in labor, the world excited
And the
evening was full of stars
It was
barely few days to Christmas
The moon's brighter;
she didn't want to miss a moment of joy
For there it
was conceived, a bounty of joy
There was a
thunderous whisper in the air
The trees
dancing in their colorful leaves
Like the
morning should never dawn
I think it
was Sunday, for it was a perfect day to be happy
If not, how
could one tell why the cloud's rejoicing?
Cheerfulness
filling the sky
The drummer
beats the drum as the people dance with joy
Pleasantry
exchanged with claps and hugs as everyone started singing
Aloud you
can hear a thunderous shout, daring the night not to slip by
As we
celebrate a birth envied by the gods
Birth of a child destined and crowned for greatness
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