An unexpected gift

The Word was made flesh. An unspeaking and unspoken Word. But a Word that you can touch, that you can meet. A word ends when his echo vanishes; the echo of this Word will sound for all centuries until the moment it will be spoken again. It made itself a baby, a boy, for us bad boys, for us the sad, the unforgiving, the ruleless boys. An unexpected gift, much more because we don't deserve it. We will never be able to deserve it.
We are just able to accept it.
So, what can we say?
Thanks, and merry Christmas.