Every Christmas Baby Jesus is born in a child's heart. A song. A verse. A poem. Not Rocking around, Santa Baby, Here comes, Jingle bell. But Jesus incarnate on the earth, God and Man. Tabernacled among us. A seed of faith planted, grows. Until a vision of the cross - redemption from EVERY SIN, EVERY PAIN, EVERY DISAPPOINTMENT washed away by perfect blood. Salvation comes. It IS a very Merry Christmas indeed.