Silence.
The air hangs silent around my resting head.
Time off in jubilant celebration of the coming of our baby.
The baby Jesus.
Too exhausted to walk further.
Mary in the pains of labour delivered unto us that night.
In a stable the only place of vacancy in the town of silence.
'Twas such a holy night.
Angels fetched the lambs of God.
As shepherds from the fields they came.
Then affluent fellows from the East.
Visited child on burdensome beasts.
Pursued the course of glowing star.
Followed the dreams for the Christian future.
Upon that one first Christmas Day!
Livvi 24/12/2013