The door is on the latch tonight,
The hearth fire is aglow;
I seem to hear soft passing feet -
The Christ Child in the snow.
My heart is open wide tonight,
For stranger, kith, or kin;
I would not bar a single door
Where love might enter in.
"And she gave birth to her firstborn son...and laid him in a manger...."
- Luke 2:7
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