Merry Christmas
The Christ is here, the infinite—
how small is one newborn—
and did those parents know it fit?
The bread that would be torn,
they placed Him in a feeding trough,
laid Him upon the hay;
this flesh to eat, this blood to quaff,
this hope for which all pray.
So Merry Christmas to the world,
to those who've seen new light.
God, His great mysteries unfurled
when He was born this night.
Tale Told 