Noses are red,
Toeses are blue,
We’re still in winter?
I can’t believe we’re not through.
Malaya K., age 8, Tennessee
I can’t touch Christmas, but it can touch me.
The baby Jesus by the sparkling tree,
Lying in the stall in the Nativity—
With Mary fair and Joseph’s face,
With the three kings filled with grace,
Bringing to the baby small gifts from lands afar,
Led there by a glorious, wondrous star.
Noah K., age 9, Arizona