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A spider spun a silver web 
in a mound of golden straw, 
Then he hid himself inside the stack, 
away from the wind so raw. 

He yelled down to the sheep below 
Who were trying to huddle close, 
“It’s times like this that I wish there was 
a fire for a mutton roast. 

For winter had come upon the land 
and his barn was deathly cold, 
He wasn’t sure if he’d survive the night 
if the truth of it were told. 

He tried to dream a dream of hope 
to get him through the night, 
But he couldn’t bring himself to sleep 
because of a blinding light. 

A star was shinning down on them 
as if the sun in mid-day glory, 
The little spider had yet to learn 
of the coming Christmas story. 

Below was a ewe with her lamb 
both snuggled up together, 
Trying their best to keep warm 
in the cold of the winter weather. 

“I’d never trade places with you anyway,” 
the mother sheep bleated out, 
“Why are you so happy in your hate 
to lend voice to pain and doubt?” 

The light from heaven kept them awake 
and staring in wide wonder, 
When two weary travelers entered in 
and the straw became their plunder. 

The little spider became dislodged 
as a nest of straw was piled, 
And he could see that one of the travelers 
was very great with child. 

The three companions watched it all; 
they’d never seen a human being born, 
They were all surprised when at his birth 
There came the peal of an angelic horn. 

A herald’s call went out to all the land 
announcing the newborn king, 
And the spider and the ewe shared a laugh 
to think of such a thing. 

Because this baby was so very small 
and his parents were so poor, 
Yet there was something about this newborn child 
that neither could ignore. 

The spider looked down on the ewe
and said in a voice too bold, 
“This baby needs to be swaddled now 
to keep him from the cold. 

Good ewe I can spin for him a cover 
if you’ll allow me to use your fleece.” 
So together they worked to swaddle the child 
on this night of Holy peace. 

The mother smiled at them all 
as she took the blanket for her boy, 
Then laid him in a manger poor 
and they were overcome with joy. 

The meaning of this wondrous event 
was what made them all feel glad, 
For they had brought the first gift to the Lord 
by sharing what they had. 

And the warmth, which they had provided the child, 
also kept the three of them warm, 
May the loving joy that they discovered 
keep you this Christmas morn.

Merry Christmas!
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