My toddler has not been feeling her best due to chickenpox….yes out of all things to bring home from nursery at Christmas she decided to bring chickenpox. Because she has not been feeling her best, she has been misbehaving a bit. This is quite normal for her. Whenever she is not well i have to work ten times harder whether to help her with eating or just general playing nicely with her big sister. Last week was no different when she started crying on the bus. She wanted this and that and most of all she wanted whatever was not available on the bus. In the end i found one of her big sister’s book at the bottom of the basket on the pushchair. I used this t calm her down by showing her the lovely pictures of Santa. She then cried and said, ‘wead it for me mummy’. Bless my princess she is still struggling with her Rs and Ls.
As i began to read to her she calmed down and i myself began to enjoy the book. The poem that totally blessed me is by Christina Rossetti called, ‘In the bleak midwinter’. I decided to paste it on here to share the joy and the love.
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.
Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.
Enough for Him, whom cherubim, worship night and day,
Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom angels fall before,
The ox and ass and camel which adore.
Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
But His mother only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.
What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;
Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.