"Night has fallen; the clear, bright stars are sparkling in the cold air; noisy, strident voices rise to my car from the city, voices of the revelers of this world who celebrate with merry-making…Around me in their rooms my companions are asleep, and I am still wakeful, thinking of the mystery of Bethlehem. Come, come, Jesus, I await you…Jesus, I am here waiting for your coming. Wicked men have driven you out, and the wind is like ice. I am a poor man, but I will warm you as well as I can. At least be pleased that I wish to welcome you warmly, to love and sacrifice myself for you."
- Angelo Guiseppe Roncalli