• The assassin lurked, her purpose clear.
    She had said it out loud, for all to hear.
    On that cold winter's eve,
    no trace was she to leave.
    Tracking the wisemen all the way,
    until it had come to this faithful day.
    Lost in the town of Bethlehem,
    where all around it was mayhem.
    Rumor had it, they had gone to a manger.
    little did they know, the baby was in danger.

    She had seen the three men from afar,
    They said they were following a distant star.
    "Kill the baby in swaddling clothes;
    and ignore the mother's tearful woes."
    That was what the malicious king said,
    and look at where that path has lead.
    “Follow them, and kill the boy,”
    The maniacal king said with coy.
    So here she was on Christmas night,
    preparing for the bloody rite.

    When down from the heavens came a great light;
    Down came the angels, oh so bright.
    “Do not kill the holy king,”
    The angels did sing.
    “He is the savior of humankind,
    Come to Earth from heaven to bind.
    He will gift all with eternal life;
    Why would you kill him with your knife?”

    She dropped the knife in unprecedented shame;
    If the king did not know, how could he blame.
    Racing forward to mother and child;
    The mother glanced up, and brightly smiled.
    Bowing before the child the king had mentioned,
    She thanked God for his holy intervention.
    So on that first Christmas, so long ago,
    That holy child, whom we all know,
    Was saved by the angel’s timely intervention,
    The man who would preempt our heavenly resurrection.