The mighty lordly Sun bowed
The Lady Moon curtseyed
And all the stars crowded in
From their distant place to see
When that baby slipped
From that body
In that stable
This Christmas poem elegantly shows one of the tricks employed by DMP in his verse: the opening is almost self-consciously pompous, exaggerated as if written by a child: this makes the earthiness of the ending all the more of a surprise.
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