The Holy Pup’s Nativity
A Manger made of simple straw,
Where Meekness dwelleth, free from flaw.
Sweet Boston Mary, soft and deep,
With Joseph's watchful, holy sleep.
And lo! A Pup of Golden Hue,
A little Lamb, both soft and New.
From distant lands, three Kings now pace,
To gaze upon His gentle Face.
The Star of Bethlehem, burning bright,
Reveals the wonder of the Night.
For in this Fur, a Love is born,
To bless all creatures on this Morn.


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