I think Leslie Leyland Fields perfectly captured the essence of Christmas in this little poem. I can’t imagine any way I could improve it. After all, the same God who chose to become incarnate in the person of Jesus in a little nowhere town of Bethlehem is the same God who chooses nobodies to be His messengers, His ambassadors — His sons and His daughters. He who chose a manger for His bed chooses our hearts to be His dwelling place.