Christmas Eve Legend
Words: Frances Frost
Source: Anne Thaxter Eaton, ed., Welcome Christmas! A Garland Of Poems. New York: The Viking Press, 1955.
The woods were still and the snow was deep,
But there was no creature who could sleep.
The fox and the vixen ran together
Silently through the starry weather,
The buck and the doe and the fawn came drifting
Into the clearing. The rabbit, lifting
His ears, shook white from the twigs he brushed;
The chattering squirrel for once was hushed
As he sat with his paws against his breast,
And the bobcat crouched on the mountain crest.
Safe in the fold the silver sheep
Told the young lambs not to leap.
In the shadowy stable the horses stood
Hearing the quietness in the wood,
And the cattle sighed in the fragrant barn,
Waiting the instant of the morn.
The stars stood at midnight, and tame or wild,
All creatures knelt to worship the Child.