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Bethlehem nights were far colder than the bright sunlit days,
  as creatures in the stable were taken out to graze.

The ox, the ass, the donkey, and the mule
  were pastured out to earn their keep
 in exchange for hay, fodder, and dried gruel
  as the night stars gathered in the sheep.

The stable mouse had burrowed deep beneath the hay
  there birthed her young and held them hidden safe,
 sheltered, warmed throughout the day
  protected within the darkest place to play.

One still night, a couple came unnoticed and quiet like
  gathered hay to escape the cold of the night,
 all complete as the midnight hour spiked
  the stable glowing brilliantly with the brightest light.

Voices rose, blended in melodic angelic hymns
  and the young couple serenely glowed
 ignited warm and holy with the birth of Him
  giving purpose to the life each parent was to know.

The small mouse peeked out of her small hole
  awed and wondering at this birth
 and at what she had seen from her place and was gifted to behold
  knowing it was a blessing to the earth, here down below.

The mother smiled, beckoned the mouse closer
  as she could not help but wonder
 what child is this, what song is versed
  in startling lightning announced thunder;
she came closer to the newest mother.
  her children following close behind
 to see such beauty unlike any other
  soft skin, wise eyes, gentle, loving and kind.

As each approached, they bowed their heads amazed
  at the innocence and love purveyed
 the father watched silently, as the child held their gaze
  in those moments the mouse found her voice and prayed.

Thank you, God, I know this must be your Son
  born in this place within its simple mystery
 where ox, ass and donkeys have run
  to see fulfilled the words of prophecy, God has come.

This is your blessing, a solemn gift divine
  I ask nothing of you as I am so small
 bless all the children of creatures, men,  mine and all
  and may your Son grow to be strong, wise, and tall .

In this moment that stretched into the dark night, a light
  the child's mother softly touched the small mouse's head
 a blessing was given to her and her children's delight
  in the miracle and wonder on that Bethlehem night within the manger bed.
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