I love the way the Infant Jesus in our chapel has His arms outstretched for each of us; He wants us to pick Him up and hold Him so He can pour His love into us. He comes as a helpless baby so we can hold Him and feel His love as we try to return it.

 Moonless Darkness is the only Christmas poem we have of Gerard Manley Hopkins:

Moonless darkness stands between.
Past, the Past, no more be seen!
But the Bethlehem-star may lead me
To the sight of Him Who freed me
From the self that I have been.
Make me pure, Lord: Thou art holy;
Make me meek, Lord: Thou wert lowly;
Now beginning, and alway:
Now begin, on Christmas day.