A house so quiet, so humble, a child beside her bed, her hands clasped tightly.....time to pray, so she bowed her little head.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS !  My daddy said that you were near, and that you had a birthday this time of year
 
He told me how you listen to every word we say. And that you hear us call, in the night....or in the day. He explained how bad they hurt you and made you suffer so. But said you let them do it, for girls like me...i know
 
He told me about the manager they put you in, I'd let you have my blanket if i was there...back then. He said that you were watching everything we do...him mommy,granny and our new baby too
 
I like what daddy told me of how you healed the sick & lame, and that you don't have to have any wealth or fame. He told me you were so wonderfully good, and then he made me cry....he said they nailed you to a wooden cross in Jerusalem, they wanted you to die
 
And then he made me happy when he said you came back to life again. Daddy said Christmas is what we celebrate because on that special day you were born. And daddy said because of you Jesus all my friends and i will spend eternity with you in Heaven by believing in you as our Lord and Savior
 
So i hope i am not to late to wish you a Happy Birthday, dear Jesus. Wishing all who read my bedtime story a joyful Christmas and a future bright with promise as we celebrate the Birth of our Lord Jesus and look forward to His coming again in all His Glory !!!