Mary and Josephhuddle snugly together.They cradle God's son.

A gift is never empty if you find the gift-box useful.

New light in the skyannounces a sacred birth.Shine brightly young star.

Sheep and goats and cowsgather 'round a manger bedto awe at a babe.

Born on straw at nightunder low stable rafters,Baby Jesus cried.

Rare and precious gifts,gold and myrrh and frankincense,to offer a king.

Determined, I riseand face the dawn with resolve.This time I will win.

Wilted or in bloom,taking or lending daylight,the world transitions.

Oh, mightiest wind,wilt thou cease thy breathing inand hold thy exhales?