The Child
There is nothing more beautiful then waking up on Christmas morning
to the sound of Jesus giggling in His crib. Surrounded by donkeys asses
and sheep, he breathes in the fresh air as He lifts his eyes to heaven
and tells his creator, "Father, I am here to do your will. "
In the back of the stable there is a window and Mary is kneeling by His
side showing Him a reel of His life. She tries, but her heart bittersweet
is swelled and her smile doesn't reach her eyes.
Joseph is dismantling the wood makeshift table and preparing for his
morning duties. He knows that life won't be easy for the Child , and
he gives thanks to the Lord for giving him the honor of being his
Father.
Christmas is all about giving thanks, Lest we forget why he was born
Not for toys, not for festive greetings, but to save us all from sin.
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