Perhaps I’d then forget those things and listen in the night for clapping sounds of angel’s wings that caused the shepherd’s fright,
And maybe I would start to shine like that old Eastern star, and wonder like those wise men who traveled from afar,
To pay Him all honor due, not just a passing nod,
What if, this year, I ponder what Christmas means to God.
— from a poem re-discovered this morning on an ornament hanging on my Christmas tree.