A poem for Christmas

No room at the inn, of course,
And not that much in the stable,
What with the shepherds, Magi, Mary,
Joseph, the heavenly host -
Not to mention the baby
Using our manger as a cot.
You couldn't have squeezed another cherub in
For love nor money.

Still, in spite of the over-crowding, 
I did my best to make them feel wanted.
I could see the baby and I
Would be going places together.

(from 'Christmas Poems' by U A Fanthorpe)