The story of Christmas

HERE is one for our smaller citizens, because this time of year is especially their time.

It was a bright, moonlit night, but there was a sharp cold wind from the east, and there was no door for the stable. That did not matter at all to the bullock and the ass, because they had heavy winter coats on them, but the humans trapped there for the night were shivering.

The young woman was still very pale after her ordeal, and the long journey before that. The man was constantly clapping his chilled hands together and blowing into them. He had given his cloak to the woman.