Glory had come, not to the wealthy or well placed. But to common folk. The Son of God's arrival would be not unlike the poor child's birth. It is not wealth. It is not fame or power.
Glory is found in the most common places among the most common people.
Praise God for Christ. Praise him for the Incarnation, for the Word made flesh. I will not sing of shepherds watching flocks on frosty nights, or angel choristers. I will not sing of a stable bare in Bethlehem, or lowing oxen, wise men trailing star with gold, frankincense, and myrrh. Today I will sing praise to the Father who stood on heaven's threshold and said farewell to his Son as he stepped across the stars to Bethlehem and Jerusalem.