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My favorite Christmas poem is by John Shea (The Hour of the Unexpected.  Thomas More. 1992)

Sharon's Christmas Prayer

She was five,

sure of the facts,

and recited them

with slow solemnity,

convinced every word

was revelation.

She said

they were so poor

they had only  peanut butter and jelly sandwiches to eat

and they went a long way from home

without getting lost. The lady rode

a donkey, the man walked, and the baby 

was inside the lady.

They had to stay in a stable

with an ox and an ass but the 

Three Rich Men found them

because a star lited the roof.

Shepherds came and you could

pet the sheep but not feed them.

Then the baby was borned.

And do you know who he was?

Her quarter eyes inflated

to silver dollars.

The baby was God!

And she jumped in the air,

whirled round, dove into the sofa,

and buried her head

under the cushion

which is the only proper response

to the Good News of the Incarnation.