The bright stars were my angels

As a child I really loved this poem by Andrew Young - said everything needed about how I thought about Baby Jesus

Christmas Day

Last night in the open shippen
The infant Jesus lay,
While cows stood at the hay-crib
Twitching the sweet hay.

As I trudged through the snow-fields
That lay in their own light,
A thorn-bush with its shadow
Stood doubled on the night.

And I stayed on my journey
To listen to the cheep
Of a small bird in the thorn-bush
I woke from its puffed sleep.

The bright stars were my angels
And with the heavenly host
I sang praise to the Father,
The Son and Holy Ghost.