All I Want for Christmas

With what amazing grace he did appear
A spark, a gift, a seedling to behold.
His future and his inner life unclear
When he was just a precious hour old.

His mirror neurons and his mother’s gaze so full
Entangled at the moment of his birth.
Her hopes unspoken and ineffable,
How could she see the bar he’d set for earth?

Each of us is born as pure as mystery.
We yearn to feel our hearts awash in love.
May each one learn to leave a christmas history
For truly it is star stuff we’re made of.