I posted this poem last Christmas, but I like it very much, so I'm reposting it again this year:
“It’s queer,” she said; “I see the light
As plain as I beheld it then,
All silver-like and calm and bright-
We’ve not had stars like that again!
All silver-like and calm and bright-
We’ve not had stars like that again!
“And she was such a gentle thing
To birth a baby in the cold.
The barn was dark and frightening-
This new one’s better than the old.
To birth a baby in the cold.
The barn was dark and frightening-
This new one’s better than the old.
“I mind my eyes were full of tears,
For I was young, and quick distressed,
But she was less than me in years
That held a son against her breast.
For I was young, and quick distressed,
But she was less than me in years
That held a son against her breast.
“I never saw a sweeter child-
The little one, the darling one!-
I mind I told her, when he smiled
You’d know he was his mother’s son.
The little one, the darling one!-
I mind I told her, when he smiled
You’d know he was his mother’s son.
“It’s queer that I should see them so-
The time they came to Bethlehem
Was more than thirty years ago;
I’ve prayed that all is well with them.”
The time they came to Bethlehem
Was more than thirty years ago;
I’ve prayed that all is well with them.”
~Dorothy Parker, The Maid-Servant at the Inn
I hope you've had a wonderful Christmas. I had hoped to write some of my thoughts, but I'm tired and ready for bed. I do hope your holidays have been special, and I hope you've had time to stop and reflect on Jesus, whose birthday we celebrate today.
M E R R Y C H R I S T M A S !
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