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Child at Christmas


I am the keeper of memories


the holder of treasured ornaments


of this time, this moment, this place.


I cherish each thought, each sound, each story.


I bury them deep within to ponder in my heart


like Mary of old.


(Praise God for her precious example to behold!)


I will not understand each moment now,


I pray for the future as it steps steadily towards us.


I will share these memories, these tokens,


with you later, my child.


Together we will ponder and fathom what great love


our Father has for you.