Maybe my favorite Christmas poem, by Elizabeth Jennings.
Down to that littleness, down to all that
Crying and hunger, all that tiny flesh And flickering spirit – down the great stars fall,
Here the great kings bow.
Here the farmer sees his fragile lambs,
Here the wise man throws his books away.
This manger is the universe’s cradle,
This singing mother has the words of truth.
Here the ox and ass and sparrow stop, Here the hopeless man breaks into trust.
God, you have made a victory for the lost.
Give us this daily Bread, this little Host.
Merry Christmas, friends. May you know and rely on the love of God in Christ on this Christmas morning.