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The Christmas
Soft, relieved-of-suffering face.
Smooth and shining so gentle.
Looking with reflective eyes,
Weary in body, but spirit still full.
A miracle, a mother, Mary.
Joseph, concerned, sweat-beaded brow,
With love-mellowed wondering eyes,
And attentive manner,
Watching his Mary, a mother.
A miracle, a miracle birth.
Baby born with crumpled, red face,
Moist hair.
New life noises from his fresh, air-filled lungs.
Jesus, this babe, Prince of Peace.
And angels shout, hosannahs at His coming to be Savior.
Healing hands touch blinded eyes,
Darkened spirits, to cleanse sin-weary souls.
Son of the Most High God, diety,
Powerful in virtue,
Able to overcome death,
Command all things.
Master, a loving, forgiving, atoning Master.
Christ pure and clean to give us life.
A miracle, a mother,
This Lord and King,
Baby Jesus.
Author Unknown
Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart
--Washington Irving
"La Befana" is a friendly character in Italian folklore, similar to Santa Claus. Her name means 'giver of gifts' She visits all the children in Italy on January 6 to fill their stockings with candy if they are good or a lump of coal if they are bad. The child's family will always leave a plate of broccoli and spice sausage plus a small glass of wine for Befana.
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