In the penultimate line of my comment, insert “not” after “surely.”

I’ll be charitable, because, doggonit, people, including me, like you. But I am reminded of Hotspur’s tweaking (too gentle a word for what he did, eh?) of Glendower, when the Welshman boasted that

at my nativity
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
Of burning cressets; and at my birth
The frame and huge foundation of the earth
Shaked like a coward.

HOTSPUR
Why, so it would have done at the same season, if
your mother’s cat had but kittened, though yourself
had never been born.

GLENDOWER
I say the earth did shake when I was born.

HOTSPUR
And I say the earth was not of my mind,
If you suppose as fearing you it shook.

GLENDOWER
The heavens were all on fire, the earth did tremble.

HOTSPUR
O, then the earth shook to see the heavens on fire,
And not in fear of your nativity.
Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth
In strange eruptions; oft the teeming earth
Is with a kind of colic pinch’d and vex’d
By the imprisoning of unruly wind
Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving,
Shakes the old beldam earth and topples down
Steeples and moss-grown towers. At your birth
Our grandam earth, having this distemperature,
In passion shook.

GLENDOWER
Cousin, of many men
I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave
To tell you once again that at my birth
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds
Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields.
These signs have mark’d me extraordinary;
And all the courses of my life do show
I am not in the roll of common men.
Where is he living, clipp’d in with the sea
That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales,
Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me?
And bring him out that is but woman’s son
Can trace me in the tedious ways of art
And hold me pace in deep experiments.

HOTSPUR
I think there’s no man speaks better Welsh.
I’ll to dinner.

(Henry IV, Part I, III, i)

The “miracles” at Glendower’s birth may have been coincidence, but surely those at your daughter’s, Kristine.

Merry Christmas to you and yours!

when were young
we sterilized formula
and were very careful
about dangerous germs—
in the hospital people could only
see the babies through GLASS

isn’t it interesting that men
who were busy all day
delivering ewes
returning wayward lambs
to their mothers
who petted sheep dogs and
led their flocks into pastures
green
whose simple voices lost sheep
recognized and trusted
because of their
loving kindness
and caring protection-

isn’t it interesting that these
dirty, dusty, weary men should
receive the most terrifyingly
beautiful invitation
ever given
by the Lord God Almighty Himself
to be the FIRST to see His Son
our Savior
born the same day—
the bible says they “made haste�

God knew they didn’t have time
to wash their hands and maybe
they even got to hold Him!

-Unknown, 2002