“She wrapped Him in swaddling clothes” (Luke 2:7)
One woman’s fond Christmas memory:
The day was frightfully cold, with swirls of snow in the air, and I was looking out the living room window which faces our Church. Workmen had just finished constructing the annual Nativity scene in the churchyard when school let out for the day. Children gathered excitedly around the creche, but they didn’t stay long; it was far too cold for lingering.
All the children hurried away — except for a tiny girl of about six. The wind lashed at her bare legs and caused her coat to fly open in the front, but she was oblivious of the weather. All her attention was riveted on the statues before her. Which one I couldn’t tell. Was it Mary? The Baby? The animals? I wondered!
And then I saw her remove her blue woolen head scarf. The wind quickly knotted her hair into a wild tangle, but she didn’t seem to notice that…
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