The rush of Christmas traffic blurs
The days that we prepare
To celebrate the birthday of
A babe so sweet and fair.
In all the rush did we neglect
A place for Christ to stay—
A tiny manger in our hearts
Where He may spend each day?
For once within, His presence grows;
The love that will unfold
Will be enough to reach and warm
A world confused and cold.

[photos] Photos by Jed Clark