She reached for her newborn boy,

marveling at the feel of Him in her arms.

She gave in to the tender moment,

losing herself in His infant charms.

She offered her finger to be wrapped in His tiny fist,

and settled Him to nurse against her chest.

She was humbled and amazed at the wonder of it all

as she nourished her Creator with the milk of her breast.

She looked into His sleepy eyes

noticing how they seemed to see straight into her soul.

Although she had given birth to Him,

it was He who would make her whole.

She lifted Him against her shoulder to pat His back,

and sang a soft lullaby against His ear.

Relishing the words as she spoke them,

she whispered, “My little Jesus, Your mama is here.”

She felt the warmth and rhythm of His breaths,

and prayed that His dreams would be sweet.

Easily, she laid Him down into a crib of hay,

and smiled, My Lord, my Son, at last we meet.

She lovingly stroked His velvety cheeks,

and thanked God for the miracle child she was sent.

Her heart embraced every second, every detail,

of that precious Christmas moment.