In front of my manger

I had a look at my old manger today.
I arranged it every year,
when christmas came close.

But now I'm looking at the persons
made of wood and glue,
They all tell different stories,
all of them are true.

Jesus:
You arranged us every year,
You put your hands so lovely on us.

But when the lights were gone
And you were laying in bed
Your parents were used to fight;
And we got so mad.

Mary:
Do you thought about us,
The last three years?
When you did not touch us,
Did not arrange us?

I don't think so,
You look so guilty,
Like you tried to forget.

But remember, remember,
My dear girl,
The days you find hope in God.

Joseph:
When you inherited me,
I had two hands,
After years I just got one.

I can't blame you,
You were just a kid
But I think you had grown wrong.

You left house and family
And when you enter now
It's like you're a stranger.

Angels:
Do you remember
All the times you
Looked at us?

You smiled so much
You laughed so much
You were happy -
In your own way.

Do you remember
The peace you found
In believing?

Why are you hiding this
Side of your own story?

And at least I saw me, reflecting in the mirror,
Pale face, eyes big and blue.
And I listened to the words, the figures spoke
And I knew everyone is true.

But I also know how much time had change me
I am not the same anymore,
And so I took them back in the chest and locked them up,
Left my manger, all dusty as before.