The shepherds left the child's bedside. Out into the darkness the angels had banished, to share the astounding news with anyone that would hear their unlikely story.
Joseph poked the fire with a stick. The darkness closed again around the little scene. Time for some sleep.
And then a scrape at the door. And another man. A young man, smelling of the cold air and the hills. Clutching over his shoulder a still-struggling sheep.
"Am I too late? Is that... is that the King?"
Mary smiled, tired and confused, but relieved, and happy.
"You've just missed your friends."
"I had to let the others go ahead. I'd lost this one."
"Wandered off?"
"Yeah - the others were safe when the angels came. But this one - she'd gone for a stroll. I couldn't just leave her, could I? Listen - he's just a tiny babe now. But when he's a bit bigger - you will tell him I came to see him?"
"Oh yes. I think he'll love to hear about you."
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