I want to see the baby in the manger, yes, I do,

I want to gaze upon him with a child’s eyes and view,

I want to see him all wrapped up in his swaddling clothes,

I want to gaze upon his little fingers and his toes,

I want to smooth his hair, all downy, soft, and fuzzy,

I want to hold him close to me, all snug, and oh so cuddly,

I want to kiss his cheek, so soft and sweet and smooth,

I want to watch him yawn and blink and watch him stretch and move,

I want to pat his little back and smell his baby smell,

I want to see the baby who doeth all things well.

I want to see the baby, I want Him to dwell in me,

I want to see the baby for He has set me free,

I want to see the baby and be lost in child-like love,

I can’t wait to see the baby and live with Him above!

 

Merry Christmas!

 

This is our sixth year to post pictures and this poem. My little people are no longer little. They’re teens….and who knows if this will be the last year for this tradition?

Maybe?

They still don’t mind letting me snap a picture, but I am keenly aware of how much a year can hold and how much these two are growing and changing.

I looked back at pictures at the beginning of the year and I was amazed at how tall Tucker has grown this year. No wonder I felt like E.V.E.R.Y.   time I turned around he needed new jeans.

Here’s our baby-in-the-manger post last year and that post has links to all the other years!

What a journey it’s been!

Blessings to you, dear friends, for Christmas and for the last few days of 2016.

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