https://www.youtube.com/watch?vsA_UsvwgdQ8 Our nakedness was swaddled by the night, With Eden’s worn-out dust our feet were shod, When heaven opened and a being of light Announced that earth had just received its God. And we beheld what angels had foretold: The Patriarch, the Virgin, and the Child. The barn was warm, though human hearts be cold, And we adored the Infant meek and mild. How was it we were first, we cannot say, Though, like our King, we had no fixed abode: Our home was but the sky, the passing day, Possessing nothing, thus, we nothing owed. We saw what those, who better know than we, With self-sufficient eyes shall never see. In Vigilia Nativitatis Anno MMXV Domini From Sonnets for Christ the King © Joseph Charles MacKenzie Joseph Charles MacKenzie is a traditional lyric poet, the only American to have won Scottish International Poetry Competition. His poetry has appeared in The New York Times, The Scotsman (Edinburgh), The Independent (London), US News and World Report, Google News, and many other outlets. He writes primarily for the Society of Classical Poets (New York) and Trinacria (New York). MacKenzie has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize.