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25^th Chisleu

December 9^th

He’s come! Yehoshua has come! I cannot begin to express my gratitude and adoration. What a privilege it is to be the first one to hold the treasured Son of Yahweh. Oh dear, tears are running down my face again. He is so precious. I just can’t say it enough. It tugs at my heart strings when I see how incredibly tiny and helpless He, the Son of El’Shaddai, is.

I wanted to cradle Him longer, much longer, but Yosef yearned to hold Him also. Yosef is sitting in the straw nearby and it makes me rejoice to see the man I adore cuddling the most wonderful Baby in the world.

25^th  Chisleu

December 10^th

Dear Diary,

This has been a strange and wonderful night. Yosef and I had no desire to sleep so we leaned against each other, gazing adoringly at the wide-eyed baby in our arms. I half wished that  (how quickly

we have shortened His name) would cry so I could cuddle and hush him gently with a lullaby or two. But He was so wide awake and calm, looking at us with those warm, beautiful eyes of His.

I almost think He knows who we are; but do not all fond parents imagine their  babies are smarter than they are capable of being? Who knows, maybe this one is. It will be interesting and delightful raising such a sweet boy. If I ever have another one, it will be much too easy to compare him with Yeshua, I fear.

It has been so cozy, almost homey in the cave tonight. A wee, sweet-faced kid scampered over to us and stared at our tiny boy inquisitively. When our baby made a soft mewing sound, the baby goat looked so surprised that I started to giggle.

Earlier, we heard some brawlers carrying on. They made me feel most uncomfortable, but someone must have told them to either be quiet  or leave so those of us who wished to sleep could sleep. There are others sharing our crowded quarters but they are far enough away that

we are afforded some privacy. It is so calm and peaceful now, as a little halo of light from the lantern surrounds our little family.

Hark! I hear something faintly in the distance! It’s music,like singing, or chanting perhaps. It must be the loveliest melodic sounds this world has ever heard. What can it mean?