New Babe _ Sonnet XXII
A child is brought into our life,
By pile of leaves a simple child,
In love with life; in fact is wild,
With one and only simple strife,
To drink and eat and then be fed,
And, with his loving parents held,
Caressed and kissed about his head,
As into family life he’s meld.
Now wonder of the Christmas gnome,
With childhood gladness and with glee,
All bright with candles in our home,
To cherish Christ who set us free,
Throughout the year we give YOU laud,
For this new babe, we thank you, God!
Peter Lowell Paulson
February 18, 2013
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