A bit of poetry for the first day of Christmas:
“He came to a world which did not mesh,
to heal its tangles, shield its scorn.
In the mystery of the Word made Flesh
the Maker of the stars was born.”
—Madeleine L’Engle, First Coming 
 Madeleine L’Engle, “First Coming,” in The Ordering of Love: The New and Collected Poems of Madeleine L’Engle (Colorado Springs, CO: Shaw Books, 2005), 242.