On Yoolis Night

I know, despite the comfort of
the hallowed tale,
there were no angels then
who came aloft upon that ancient Christmas eve
to Bethlehem,
and from on high proclaimed "fear not",
to humbled men,
and spoke of huddled wonderment
new born in David's royal citadel,
and sang in gloried light
God's favours on the world.
And yet if someone were to say
on Yoolis night,
at midnight's stroke
"Let us go out
into the dark and cold,
and stand ourselves
upon the hill
in shepherds' stead
beneath the starry host above.
For all the pinioned ones are gathered there again
and taking breath
to choir, exalt, the sleepy earth,
as they did long ago",
I would go with him eagerly
in hope that it were so.