A Christmas Poem: Through Baby's Eyes

This poem was inspired by my first grandchild and is dedicated to all my grandchildren. Through Baby's Eyes He doesn't understand about Christmas yet, Or mistletoe, or snow. Santa he has never met, And Rudolf he doesn't know. He loves the lights upon the tree, The shiny paper and bows. He doesn't care about what's inside, Whether it's toys or clothes. He loves the Christmas music that we play. The food, it matters not. A little baby food, some juice, And his bottle hits the spot. It's the warmth and love he feels When he gets passed around, Probably like Baby Jesus felt When He became earth bound. We could learn a lot from baby, Though he isn't old or wise, If we'd just stop and take a look At Christmas through baby's eyes.

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