This got me thinking how little we know about His childhood, apart of course from the wonderful legends in these parts that He arrived here in His Uncles boat whilst looking for tin...
Hilaire Beloc wrote a lovely little poem about the baby Jesus....
When Jesus Christ was four years old
The angels brought Him toys of gold
Which no man ever had bought or sold.
And yet with these he would not play
He made him small fowl out of clay
And blessed them till they flew away’
Tu creasti Domine
Jesus Christ, Thou child so wise
Bless mine hands and fill mine eyes
And bring my soul to Paradise.