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Gale Acuff
Elisavietta Ritchie
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Aneek Chatterjee
Karyn M. Bruce
Robert Nisbet
Laszlo Slomvits
Y. Przhebelskaya
Running Cub
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Richard Gartee
Fahredn Shehu
Amit Parmressar
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Mama
Listening to His hunger cries,
and tending to His swaddle blowouts
guiding His hands’ at the first steps,
you were there, Mama.
Giving
cold cloths for His teething molars,
and washing of His scraped knees,
making a hot stew for the winter colds,
you were there, Mama.
Asking
Him for a miracle in Capernaum,
and listening to His sermons with the crowds,
taking it all to your heart,
you were there, Mama.
Following His walk to the Golgotha,
and taking in His disciple as your son,
Rejoicing at the news of His Resurrection
You were there Mama Mary, and you still are.
Merry Christmas, Jesus!
This
season of Your birthday,
We sing old Christmas carols
We light four Advent candles,
And gather around the tree.
We buy
our loved ones presents
And sit at a family dinner
Sharing and making memories
And eating delicious meals.
Our
streets look bright and festive,
Our houses are full of noises.
Sometimes there are moments of sadness
That only Your love can fill.
Happy
Birthday, Jesus
Merry Christmas, Everyone!
Yevgeniya Przhebeksjaya, New Jersey (formerly Russia}