To one and all
Come please come
Mind not if you're late
Enter the historical event
Moment of saving sacred Mystery
The Baby sleeps
A smile on His lips
Wrapped in swaddles of Divinity
In His mother's arms
Gaze
Simply gaze at a miracle of Life
Oh He has ten toes
And ten fingers
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