Our youngest grandchild, Frances Lee, is getting to that age where the whole world is a new and exciting experience. She is in the wonderful stage where a spoonful of carrots or a warm bottle is about all she needs, going to sleep is a welcome experience, and whenever she wakes it is with a huge smile on her face. Her innocence is infectious, and when she is being strolled people stop to admire.

There are lots of reasons for the admiring looks, but I think a small part is because we are all still attracted to the innocence of a new born child. We yearn for their purity, their trust, and their hope they represent.

Christmas brings out the child once again for most of us. We are a little more trusting, a little more hopeful, and a little bit nicer to our fellow men and women. An anonymous poem offers an explanation for this phenomena.

Blessed art Thou, O Christmas Christ,

That thy cradle was so low that the shepherds,

Poorest and simplest of all earthly folk.

Could yet kneel beside it,

And look level-eyed into the face of God.

 Whether you believe or not that God came to earth in the human form of Jesus, I expect you still recognize God in the eyes of a young child and yearn for her/his innocence and hope. It’s okay to be like a child during Christmas. After all, we were born in God’s image.

About the author

Webb Hubbell is the former Associate Attorney General of The United States. His novels, When Men Betray, Ginger Snaps, A Game of Inches, The Eighteenth Green, and The East End are published by Beaufort Books and are available online or at your local bookstore. When Men Betray won one of the IndieFab awards for best novel in 2014. Ginger Snaps and The Eighteenth Green won the IPPY Awards Gold Medal for best suspense/thriller. His latest, “Light of Day” will be on the bookstands soon.

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