“It was a long journey and cold,”
said the Donkey,
stamping
his feet.
“The man led the way, I walked, and
she rode,
all
on a winter’s day.”
The Ox looked down on the man and
the maid and the little babe
all
asleep on the hay,
and
said in awe and wonder,
“They’re very tiny when they are
newborn.”
“Yes,” said the Donkey, “but
consider this,
“It takes years of love and
nurture
to
bring each of them to full maturity.”
“I know,” said the sentimental Ox,
looking down at the babe in the
manger
and
shaking his head all on a Christmas day.
“Don’t be deceived by what you
see,” said the Donkey,
“This one will conquer death and
hell,
and
overthrow all the kingdoms of the earth
and
the sky.”
