William H.A. Willbond MSM, CD


The happiest time in childhood that I can remember
Was the morning of the twenty fifth of December
On Christmas Eve we attended our village midnight mass
With the rich, and us poor, and the new middle class

Our priest gave a sermon on that Christmas morn
Saying a Saviour unto us on this day was born
In a town called Bethlehem o’er in the Middle East
This is his birthday and we celebrate his feast!

My Dad, he was just back from the Second World War
My Mom she was happier than she was before
I mucked out the horses putting down yellow clean straw
Grape forking new bedding 3 months before the spring thaw

We opened our presents there under the tree
A new doll for Mary and a jackknife for me
New snare wire for rabbits out on my trap line
Skins and fresh stew meat now most of the time

Saying her daily rosary my Mother would pray
Stating that unto us our Saviour was born on this day
The guns they are now silent – the world no longer fights?
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

Submitted for the December 2007 IWVPA Club Theme Project, “Unto Us This Day Is Born