How horrible to be homeless on a cold night with pains of labor
starting. The cruelty of a world that looks away when it sees the
couple desperate to find refuge in which to bear a child. Would
the mother or the babe even survive such an ordeal? Only a few
animals look on. They’ve seen it all before in the barn. The
miracle and mundanity of birth.
And suddenly the air is alive with the crying child. How many years would this child cry, growing up in such an uncaring world?
Better to stay here among the passive kindness of four-legged
creatures. Better to let the kindness of the universe go on
without comment. Better not to let in the stragglers who heard
the commotion and now wanted to see what had been born here.
Merrymakers from rooms upstairs were disrupting it all with their loud singing. Carols that had little to do with a family that found itself shut out from warmth and sustenance.