A baby in a manger.
Parents puffing steamy breaths as they bend over to peek at his tiny fingers and toes.
Hearts beating out cadences of unmatched love.
Choirs of angels singing in the sky.
Shepherds trekking through fields after watching them on concert.
Sheep edging close to this squawking bundle of an infant.
Mary whispering prayers on her chilled, childbirth weakened lips.
Waves of love and fret washing over Joseph.
It’s cold. We don’t have blankets. Will my wife and this tiny, pink, blessed baby be alright?
A gift unlike any other. Wrapped in a ragged ribbon of swaddling clothes.
An unlikely messiah, entering the world quiet and unassumed.
But He comes and breathes joy. . .
light. . .