If I’d have been a shepherd boy
And heard the angels sing,
Then I’d have known the message
Of glad tidings that they’d bring.
Or if I’d been a Nephite
In another land afar
I’d still have known of Jesus’ birth,
’Cause I’d have seen the star.
I think of how the wise men
Must have pondered on their way
About the Babe they hoped to see
In Bethlehem one day.
Or if I’d been the innkeeper,
How glad I’d have felt inside
To know I’d shared my stable
That holy Christmastide.
I’m grateful for the scriptures,
Where I can read about
How the angels sang for shepherds—
Hosannas they did shout.
And very often when I’ve read
The scriptures, I have smiled
To realize the Prince of Peace
Was once a little child.

[illustrations] Illustrated by Shauna Mooney