When at night the Christmas trees are lighted
and presents are exchanged,
the unfulfilled longing strives further outward,
toward a different shining - until
the miracle of the Holy Night renews itself:
"And the word was made flesh..."
(from The Mystery of Christmas by Edith Stein
aka St. Teresa Benedicta of the Cross)
(painting The Nativity, Gari Melchers, garimelchers.umw.edu)