Merry Christmas from my family to yours. Whether you’re celebrating Christmas today, celebrating another winter holiday with your family, or find this simply to be another day on your calendar, the best of wishes to you. Regular updating will resume tomorrow.
In the meantime, I’d like to again share with you a poem that I shared a few weeks ago in the “Pieces of Inspiration” post. It’s by one of my favorite poets, Dorothy Parker. The flowing words and perspective twist of this poem just makes it wonderful to me. Few things charm me more than seeing a well-known story through a different set of eyes.
The Maid-Servant at the Inn
“It’s queer,” she said; “I see the light
As plain as I beheld it then,
All silver-like and calm and bright-
We’ve not had stars like that again!
“And she was such a gentle thing
To birth a baby in the cold.
The barn was dark and frightening-
This new one’s better than the old.
“I mind my eyes were full of tears,
For I was young, and quick distressed,
But she was less than me in years
That held a son against her breast.
“I never saw a sweeter child-
The little one, the darling one!-
I mind I told her, when he smiled
You’d know he was his mother’s son.
“It’s queer that I should see them so-
The time they came to Bethlehem
Was more than thirty years ago;
I’ve prayed that all is well with them.”