MERRY CHRISTMAS!
The creche at the corridor entrance of the Wernersville chapel includes these four figures as the center piece. A poem I recently uncovered features the one figure that might seem out of place.
The Oxen
Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
“Now they are all on their knees,”
An elder said as we sat in a flock
By the embers in hearthside ease.
We pictured the meek mild creatures where
They dwelt in their strawy pen,
Nor did it occur to one of us there
To doubt they were kneeling then.
So fair a fancy few would weave
In these years! Yet, I feel,
If someone said on Christmas Eve,
“Come; see the oxen kneel,
“In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
Our childhood used to know,”
I should go with him in the gloom,
Hoping it
might be so.
May we all weave "so fair a fancy" in 2019!
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