“Do you hear what I hear?”
Do you hear the baby Jesus cry, born in a stable so long ago on a cold winter’s night?
Do you hear his mother, little more than a child herself, soothe him with words of love?
Do you follow his wandering gaze around the stable where cows and sheep stare back at this unknown intruder?
Can you feel the warm sticky breath of these animals as they moved closer to have a look?
Do you hear what I hear?