This morning at Church a sweet baby girl named Lexi (Alexis) was baptized. Her Grandmother just happens to sit next to me in the second soprano section of the Adult Choir.
I knew she was going to sing a solo today, but when I saw her folder, I had to ask about it. You see, it was an old folder with yellowed pages.
She told me her grandfather was the first one to sing it after Robert McGimsey composed it.
It seems that Robert McGimsey was walking home from a midnight church service in New York City in 1932. He heard raucous noise coming from various bars as he made his way back to his small apartment. He was inspired to write this hymn or, because it is appropriate to Christmas, carol.
My friend's granddaughter was so sweet in her beautiful white gown and she did not even make a sound when our minister took her and walked down and back up the church aisle.
Her brother, who I think is a little more than three was on his best behavior too as his grandfather flashed away to capture such a precious moment.
From where I sit up in the choir loft, I couldn't see "Lexi's" parents very well but I know it was a proud moment for them.
(My friend has been attending our church since she was a little girl and knows all the people and all the tasks there are in a church. Best of all, this year, she cooked several turkeys to go out to shut-ins tomorrow morning.)
Again today, the focus of Christmas was on little children and what a blessing they are to us all, especially at Christmas.
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