It is Bethlehem lying quietly asleep,
Shepherds on a hillside, watching
Wise men with gifts, traveling afar, 'Ever
following one shining star.
Children waiting, wide-eyed and still,
Stockings hung for Santa to fill,
Wreaths of holly, a fireplace glow.
Lovers, young and old, 'neath the
Carolers abroad in the cold, night air,
Young voices ringing, sweet and clear.
Laughter and friendship,
and undying love,
Portrayed by the gift of the Babe from
The evening before her stroke,
Ester picked this layout as the one she
wanted to give to her friends and family for
Ester wrote this poem around December 1960,
when it was published in the main newspaper
serving the Missouri Ozarks.
In her loving memory,
I send you this special
Graphics courtesy of The Print Shop Deluxe