I think of Your tiny body asleep on a mound of hay –
Your tiny, dimpled hands reaching up to your mother’s breast –
Your soft, fuzzy head nestling closer to her.
How did you sleep on that first night of your birth?
You were helpless – in a room surrounded by animals –
Gazed upon with admiration by a group of shepherds and angels.
You were hungry – tired from the birthing experience – Your little body swaddled in strips of cloth to keep you warm.
Your eyes opened and closed. You had ten fingers and toes. You were like any newborn – a little ruddy – wrinkled – soft and new.
There is nothing like the birth of a child. What a perfect way for you to come to us.
Full of life and promise – untouched – perfect in every way.
You came into an imperfect world – struggled through a life of poverty.
In every way You were a baby like others, but unlike others You were perfect. You are the true Son of God.