My Turn Next Time

I've never been Joseph or Mary
in the school Nativity
they always save something hairy
like the donkey costume, for me.
I fancied being angelic
with a halo on wire, and wings
but they said it'd be atmospheric
if I was a rabbit that sings.
I envy the stars in shining gold
or dressed in silver glitter
I never get to be anything bold
but it’s fine, I'm not feeling bitter.
This year I'm a dancing teapot
and I'm sure that I'm in danger
of scalding baby Jesus
as he slumbers in the manger.
But they told me I am central
to the Wise Men's afternoon tea
so I'll remember to be gentle
when I'm pouring piously.
I've knitted myself a cosy
with stars to front and rear
I might look proper dozy
but I'll be the star, next year!