Christmas’ quatrains

By Bld Alexandrina

Sing joyfully, my soul,

The Infant God is being born! 

It is to give Heaven to you

That He became so tiny. 

My heart beats wings,

Flying to the crib where he lies: 

To give Jesus all,

To serve and to love Him. 

The fire that devours me,

I inherited it from my Jesus. 

It began in the crib

And it took Him to the Cross. 

I am hungry for Jesus;

I run to the crib

To eat of His virtues: 

Only they keep me alive.

............... 1951