The Legend of the Christmas Kiss
by Barbie Jenkins
Once upon a winter's day, on a brisk December morn, news traveled through the heavenly world that Jesus Christ was born. The angels gathered, peering down.
What should their present be? A gift to bless the baby boy, for all the world to see.
Among the happy angel crowd, a little one found her place. She closed her eyes and said aloud, "I wish to kiss His face!"
She puckered up and kissed her hand, then gave a gentle blow, sending a kiss to Baby Jesus, down to earth below.
Something special happened that no one did expect: as the kiss passed through the fluffy clouds, it became a glistening speck.
It drifted down beneath the clouds, down where the baby lay. It swirled and twirled and tumbled 'round, then on His cheek it stayed.
All of heaven grew quiet and still; the angels' breaths held tight. They'd never sent an angel kiss in the middle of the night. The little angel who sent the gift peeked with just one eye until she saw a smiling baby reaching toward the sky.
All the angels clapped and cheered at the miracle that was done! And they puckered up with heavenly kisses, each and every one.
Some kisses were large and sloppy, and some were rather wet. Some were small and very dainty, from just a little peck.
Yes, heaven set its love, in the form of angel kisses. Some landed on the tiny child, but there were lots of misses.
Sparkling specks fell from the sky all day and through the night. They didn't stop 'til morning came and everything was white.
"I wonder what the people think?" said the little angel child. "Come look," smiled the older angel, "They're going rather wild."
The children of earth laughed and played in the wonderland so white, throwing 'round the angel kisses they'd packed, oh, so tight.
Smiles were on their faces as they built a man of snow. Children shouted to their friends, "Hey, look out below!"
The little angel glowed with pride, seeing the children filled with bliss. "And just think," the older angel said, "It all started with your kiss."