there was 
a wee small child
a tiny thing
a trifle wild
he grew and grew
and grew and grew
as babes, I hear, are 
wont to do
a handsome lad
a strapping son
bringing light
to everyone
before his mom
could think to sigh
he grew to eight
in the blink of an eye
and so the tale
continues on
until the days
are used and gone
My shining jewel,
my Xavier Gem,
we bless the day
we welcomed him.