Mary opens the door to foreigners,

men, speaking another language, rugged from a journey, smelling like camels. They know who she is, the mother of a promised Redeemer.
The Redeemer toddles around the room, while Mary puts the breakables out of reach, and the wise men are face to face with a prophecy thirteen hundred years old.

They are awed. They bow to him.

Mary doesn't understand their words, but their actions speak. They know.
Again, she revisits the night of her birthing in a barn. She lets the memories come forward of the breathless shepherds she will never forget, the things they told her they had seen, their excitement.

It's happening again.

— December 23rd One Baby For The World / Shari Tvrdik