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!
~deborah
We are here, here, and here, gazing at the baby dear in other years!
Blessed, blessed Christmas Eve!

Love the poem and the picture. Missed having a program by the kids this year.
Maybe they can do theirs for you when you come out.
So Blessed to have a real, live, sweet baby for the picture this year.