Would the Light of the World have liked light-up shoes?
Or eagerly volunteered to switch on the tree?
Or struggled not to wiggle when asked to stand and sing?
Would he sprint, unsteady, to the altar
Or jump merrily from its step—
Bowing midair lest He forget
We often consider Him as a baby
With all His infant needs,
But rarely dare to think that He
Would inherit the interests of toddlers
and rejoice with a little boy’s energy.