Baby's First Christmas - Poem by Mary Lewis
It's Baby's first Christmas, what a beautiful sight!
As he gurgles out loud in spontaneous delight.
As he gazes at the Tree, with it's baubles and trim
I know only He can hear the Angels sweet hymns.
Holy! Holy! Holy!
As He edges ever nearer to the base of the Tree,
Picks up tiny toys and shakes them with glee
Mommy and Daddy have to laugh outright.
It's Baby's first Christmas- what a wonderful Night!
Holy! Holy! holy!
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