The Miracle Of Christmas

My mom put a note with this in it in a letter she sent. I thought it was pretty cool.

It started with Mary, so humble and mild,
With the heart of a woman and the faith of a child.
She rose above anything she might have feared
To answer "Amen" when the angel appeared.
And on that first Christmas, in spite of that cold,
A sweet newborn baby was all hers to hold.
Strangers and shepherds, ignoring their sheep,
Watched while she rocked little Jesus to sleep.
What joys we can known, what a miracle starts,
When we, too, can say yes to God in our hearts!