Miraculous Infant Jesus of Prague is at the Shrine of Our Lady of Victories in the Mala Strana district of Prague, where the image of the Holy Infant Jesus has been venerated ever since the 17th century (photo source unknown)

We, who are small, have been shown the face of the Infant. This Infant, who is our Savior, was hidden in Nazareth for 30 years, then walked the roads to proclaim the Good News, died on the cross, and rose again. What does he tell us? Everything can be destroyed except love. That love is in you and no one can take it from you. Have confidence, have courage, and become true adorers through the power of Jesus Christ.
~ By Catherine De Hueck Doherty

Statue of the Child Jesus with the ancient Brown Habit of Carmel (source unknown)

The Infant Jesus of Prague

It is snowing. The huge world is perhaps death.
This is December.
But how warm it is in the small room!  
The fireplace filled with burning coals
Colors the ceiling with a drowsy reflection,
And all you can hear is some water softly boiling.
Up above, on the shelf, over the two beds,
Under his glass globe, a crown on his head,
One of his hands holding the world, the other ready
To protect those children who trust in it,
Kindly in his long solemn dress
And magnificent under that large yellow hat,
The Infant Jesus of Prague reigns and rules.

He is all alone in front of the hearthside shining on him
Like the host hidden within the sanctuary,
The Child-God watches over his small brothers until
The day comes.

Unheard like breath which is exhaled,
Eternal existence fills the room, equal to all those 
innocent naïve poor tots!
When he is with us, no harm can come.
We can sleep, Jesus our brother, is here.
He is ours, and all these good things as well:
The marvellous doll, and the wooden horse,
And the sheep, are there, all three of them in that corner.

And we sleep, but all those good things are ours!
The curtains are pulled . . .  Outside, somewhere
In the snow and the night a kind of hour ring.
The Child in his warm bed contentedly understands
That he is sleeping and that someone who loves him is there,
Moves a bit, murmurs indistinctly, puts his arm out,
Tries to wake up and cannot.

~ A poem by Paul Claudel, from Corona Benignitatis Anni Dei

*For more information about the history and devotion to The Infant Jesus of Prague please check at:
https://carmelitesofboston.org/prayer/carmelite-devotions/miraculous-infant-of-prague/

Wishing you all a very blessed Feast of The Infant Jesus of Prague!
❤