When a baby arrives, we get excited. Rightly so.

New life. A miracle.
And to celebrate, we give gifts.
Onesies, and diapers, and outfits, and those teething rings. And a lot more.

But one little one turned the tables. Completely.
He arrived, and, wait for it…
he gave stuff.
The child passed out things.

So now…

When a baby arrives, we get excited. Rightly so.
New life. A miracle.
And to celebrate, we get gifts.
Hope, and peace, and joy, and love. And a lot more.

He was born.
And so are we. Again.