Christmas Crib at Saint Teresa’s Church

Joe CushnanDecember 20, 2019

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Christmas Crib at Saint Teresa's Church

written by: Joe Cushnan

@JoeCushnan

It was the highlight of the year,
apart from toys on Christmas day,
to see the outdoor crib
where the baby Jesus lay.

Memory and maturity spoil
the wonder of it all,
for the star was a bulb
and Jesus was a doll.

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Joe Cushnan

I was born and raised in Belfast, Northern Ireland. Now retired after a long retail management career across the UK, I devote time to writing. I have an ever-increasing portfolio of published features, reviews, poetry and fiction.

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