I am a city, not the biggest at all,
Not important or special, in fact, quite small.
Jerusalem is the big city; it is holy and strong.
I thought Christ would be born there, but I was wrong.
God searches out the small, and lowly and weak,
So in me Christ was born, an infant so meek.
What am I?
(P.S. Be sure to go back and check yesterday's answer 😊)