Children—
Won't you tell the story, pray,
Of that first glad Christmas Day?
Teacher—
Yes, I'll tell it.
Children—
Now?
Teacher—
Nay, wait,
Someone stands outside the gate.
Don't you hear their voices ring?
’Tis a Christmas song they sing.
(Voices outside singing.)
Tune:—"What a Friend We Have in Jesus."
We are conning, we are Coming,
Where our bright rays all may see,
We are coming, we are coming,
Now to grace your Christmas tree.
For we know that God is saying,
As each ray doth shimmer down,
That a Babe for you, dear children,
Now is born in Bethlehem town.
(Enter several children. They wear buff dresses and a hand of gift paper about their foreheads with one star in the center.)
Children—
Who are you?
Stars—
Don’t you know us?
Then, on some starry night,
Look upward to the heavens,
You will see us shining bright.
Our homes are in the ether;
We are stars that gem the sky;
And we come to you, dear children,
From that blue dome up on high.
We've come to tell unto you,
How once, when he looked down,
Upon the humble dwellings
In ancient Bethlehem town,
We saw where, in a stable,
All cradled in the hay,
Within a lowly manger,
The Baby Jesus lay.
First Star—
I saw out on the hillsides
Tile wondering shepherds, bowed
Before the heavenly choir,
A shining, glorious crowd.
Second Star—
Their ladder reached the heavens
And loud their voices rang,
As to the awestruck shepherds,
The heavenly chorus sang.
"Peace, peace on earth," they chanted,
"Good will, good will," and then,
"Glad tidings We are bringing,
Unto the sons of men."
