I want to remember...Smelling your newness upon this earth. The baby-Jesus smell as Grandma used to put it. Pure. Unsullied. Like the imagined smell in the twirling air of eiderdown feathers spin-floating around the yard on a new spring day.

Unto you is bornin the city of Davida Savior for all.

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

Wise men come to seea child of greater wisdomand honor divine.

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

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