Listen brothers, sisters, said the Ox, for I have a story to tell.
One freezing, cold, night, long ago, a man helped his wife, who was
Heavy with child, to lay down in the straw of this very stable.
All the animals gathered near, the cows, the oxen and the sheep,
To block off the wind, and, on that bitterly cold, night,
A tiny Baby was born.
A halo shone roundHis head,
more radiant than any the star's.
Angels singing in voices full of reverence and joy,
Announced that to men,
a King had been born!
But, brothers and sisters, it was not men
Who gathered round to shelter
HimIt was not men who shared their living warmth with Him,
It was such as you and me.
And as we watched
Him sleep, we kept the icy wind and cold from Him.
Therefore, is He not our King, too?
And so every Christmas in the frozen, star-lit night,
The animals gather close around the ox, to hear again, the story
Of the Baby King and the animals that kept Him warm.
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