Nativity figures from their box are retrieved, Near a crackling fire on a Christmas Eve. Each is unwrapped with excited haste, Then slowly, carefully, thoughtfully placed. The scene comes to life when viewed by a child, The babe seems to stir, and the mother just smiled. Safeguarded here and kept far from danger, The baby is kissed and laid in a manger. This night is for children, and their spirits can lift us, They are the magic, the guardians, the “Angels of Christmas”.
by Greg Olsen