O God of Love,
each year my husband
unwraps and places
a village of little houses
under the Christmas tree.
As a child I remember
looking at similar houses
that my grandmother
had under her tree.
They shone with a golden glow
from within, and I longed
for a happy home of my own.
Now that dream is part of my life.
You, O God of love,
have led my husband and I
to this time of fulfillment
of love and joy.

Psalm 84:3:
Even the sparrow finds a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at your altars, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God.


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