"The Christmas Baby" by Jane Beal

When Christmas came down

into the cold and dark of Time,

you came down, too, little spark, little chime –

to the midwife waiting with open hands,

to your mother’s arms and your father’s kiss

on your tiny head, little one, small and precious –

to your sister, singing songs of love,

to your grandmother and your grandfather,

to angels surrounding us in all weather –

to a dream bigger than we are,

to a future we cannot even guess,

to the Kingdom of Heaven on earth, little princess –

we welcome you to God’s world,
beautiful baby, beautiful girl.

Jane Beal
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