It was Christmas Eve and time to gather at Badgers Creek,
Wooly lambs, fawns inquisitive, gentle and meek.
Owl left his tree, the badgers their wood,
Small creatures travelled as fast as they could.
The creek was touched by falling snow, silent in the night,
Covering field and meadow in a soft mantle of white.
There they came as church bells rang,
Standing still to listen as the voice sang.
Snowflakes glistened on each poy's mane,
They imagined the stall where baby Jesus had lain.
And there by a shelter, warm with sweet hay,
Christmas Eve became Christmas Day.
Wooly lambs, fawns inquisitive, gentle and meek.
Owl left his tree, the badgers their wood,
Small creatures travelled as fast as they could.
The creek was touched by falling snow, silent in the night,
Covering field and meadow in a soft mantle of white.
There they came as church bells rang,
Standing still to listen as the voice sang.
Snowflakes glistened on each poy's mane,
They imagined the stall where baby Jesus had lain.
And there by a shelter, warm with sweet hay,
Christmas Eve became Christmas Day.