a Christmas poem

I am the star
that shines in the east,
I light the stable
for man and beast.

I am the donkey,
soft and gray,
I carried his mother
from far away.

I am the ram
with my curly horn
I guard the stall
where the child is born.

I am the ox,
strong as steel,
before the only son
I kneel.

We are the shepherds
who watch the sheep,
tonight a holy watch
we keep.

We are the wise men,
gifts we bring
for baby Jesus,
our newborn king.

I am Mary,
the mother mild,
how I love
my tiny child.