There were those who said He was not born on a cold, starry night.

Why did they cry out when darkness began to cover the light?

He came to us, a naked babe, wrapped in a swaddling cloth—wise men bearing gifts from afar came to pledge their troth.

Disbelievers crowned Him with thorns; nailed him to a cross.

He came to teach and leave us a code—

We! His believers must rethink our pleasures and lighten his load.

FRANK KRZENSKIMalone, New YorkFormerly of Southampton

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