This picture of the Holy Child was on my wall at some point in my childhood when I was still young enough to nap. One of my early memories is of pondering this from my bed. I suppose I read it but maybe I was told what the words said. What went through my mind was: "Oh that's nice. But... this is not the only one of these. (suspicious scowl as it dawned on me that this was mass produced although I didn't know the word). He's saying this to other children too... Oh that's nice." In fact, I credit this picture with introducing me to the concept of Christ in relation to the individual at infinity. I've almost gotten rid of the picture a couple of times because I wondered whether the image was really wholesome. Ultimately I decided that the experience it marks was worth remembering and the sentiment is definitely wholesome.