Buying presents by the score--
Let's go check just one more store!--
All at once we sense a hush.
We're drawn back two thousand years,
Out with shepherds (flocks by night).
Suddenly, angelic light
Holds out hope to quell our fears.
On beyond our hurried fun
Is the angel's holy voice.
There's a reason to rejoice
Though our shopping's never done.
It's about a single birth:
God has come to live as man.
All our presents never can
Match that holy baby's worth.
"For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, Who is Christ, the LORD."
The illustration is one of the beautiful cards that my wife makes.