. The Christmas Story An angel of the Lord, Came forth with joyful news, Of Him Who is adored, Messiah of the Jews. The angel hailed the one, A Virgin pure and bright, Who chosen for the Son, Would crush the serpent’s bite. “Oh Favored one behold, Thou shalt conceive a Son, Of whom the prophets told, The might of sin is done.” The Maiden then replied, “But how is this to be? In chasteness, I abide, No man is known to me.” The angel then declared, With harp and joyful strum, “Thou shalt remain unmarred, The Holy Ghost will come.” Then Mary did reply, “To me let it be done,” And with a humble aye, True victory was won. The angel then revealed, To Joseph in his sleep, That he would be the shield, God’s treasures he would keep. So Joseph pure and chaste, Took Mary as his wife, In his good care was placed, The healer of all strife. A wicked king of men, Sought out to count the Jews, And forced by Caesar’s pen, A donkey bore Good News. Then on a holy night, In stable filled with hay, Was placed the truest Light, The maker of the day. To Christ the Angels sang, A lullaby so sweet, Their holy voices rang, And not a lamb did bleat. With splendid wings they fly, To shepherds in the dells, They shouted from the sky, Like mighty golden bells. “Glory Glory Glory, All praise to God on high, Hear the greatest story, Thy Savior now is nigh.” The shepherds shook with fear, Then danced with sheer delight, With voices strong and clear, The psalms they did recite. Then lo from far away, Three wise men from the East, Adorned in fine array, Processed on lavish beast. They tracked a single star, To find the treasured pearl, A lamb without a mar, For Him, their hearts unfurl. Three kingly gifts they gave, With shepherds they adored, Prefiguring the grave, They knelt before the Lord. And hark unto this day, The Churches we adorn, We go to Mass and pray, When Christ the Word was born. . . Blessed Blessed be the heavens, A bright and brilliant blue, Sunrise gold and vibrant, A peek at what is true. Blessed be the Sunrise, Who brings his shining light, Down to lands in darkness, He drives away the night. Blessed be the Mountain, In all his majesty, Deigns to look upon us, He brings humility. Blessed be the Tree Tops, All reaching for the sky, Pointing toward the heavens, Directing every eye. Blessed be the Songbird, Her chipper melody, Brings the world good tidings, Her singing oh so free. Blessed be the Flower, Her pretty little ways, Brings the world her beauty, She dances all her days. Blessed be the Worker, The busy honey bee, Bringing life his sweetness, His buzzing full of glee. Blessed be the Morning, A new and splendid day, Full of grace and beauty, A gift without decay. . . Lauren V. Leon is a 20-year-old pianist, amateur poet, writer, and Catholic artist. She is an advanced student in the Royal Conservatory of Music (RCM) through a private piano studio and is working towards a teaching certification in that field. She resides in Riverside, California, and has earned three Associate of Arts Degrees at Riverside City College (RCC) as of June 2022 in Communications, Media and Languages, Social and Behavioral Studies, and Humanities, Philosophy and Arts. She has been recognized formally as an excellent student by both RCM and RCC. Leon takes a particular interest in Children's Literature and hopes to publish it in the future.