Christmas - Shrinking to tiny creature

Upon the mountain's snowy crown,

In winter's hush, I sought renown.

To birds above, my words did plead,

A longing heart, a quiet need.

"Little birds," I softly cried,

Amidst the cold, my arms spread wide.

A gift I brought, no special plan,

To share with you, feathered clan.

Yet, in the air, my plea did fade,

The birds, aloof, in flight they stayed.

Undeterred, a truth unfurled,

A tale transcending this wintry world.

"My body vast," I mused, sincere,

"Too grand, too large, breeds only fear.

If small I became, like birds that roam,

A chance to share my heart, my home."

In solitude, a truth took flight,

Christmas whispered through the night.

A grand divine in a child so small,

Love's true meaning, a sacred call.

In humble form, a choice divine,

To bridge the gap, a love benign.

The little child, a gift to all,

Christmas echoes, love's sweet thrall.