Christmas Gift

He sleeps, nestled in the sweet hay, wrapped in soft rags. The stable is quiet, warmed by the hushed breathing of cattle, sheep, and donkey. Resting beside the Babe his mother marvels at her miracle. Like a fortress, the strong arms of his father encircle them.

Babe though he is, it seems he smiles in his sleep.

He leaves heaven and its riches behind. He comes to be of earth, to be part of us all. He is with us now and for all time.

© 2022 Maggie Grimes

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