"From winter sleep
this waking day,
I crawl six-legged
to a crib of hay.
Make way!  Make way!

With dainty speed
I tiptoe, red
as a pomegranate seed,
a holly berry, a hawthorne bead.

Oh, what a sight
for drowsy eyes!
In sweet hollow
just the right size,
a baby lies!
Snowy-whitely dressed
in His newborn best.

To think I'm
worn like a jewel,
a fiery pin, a ruby sequin
over His heart!"

~ ©Norma Farber ~
* (From "When It Snowed That Night" ©1993) *

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