Mother and Baby, Fine

If God indeed came down that day
and as an infant, meekly lay
between the beasts, on bed of hay
there in a feeder, in a stall,
2 Kilograms, yet God of all.
Then that event should doubtless be
far greater than some Christmas tree,
the tinsel, food, the gifts, the gloss.
And all the tat that is or was
built into every Christmastime
with all its gluttony and wine.
Far better we should stop in awe
At what they say those shepherds saw.

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