The Christmas Lamb

Christmas Eve has arrived
With blustery winds
And cold that bores to the bone.
Not the season of
Our savior's birth
But the time of our celebration.
Shepherds were in the hills
With their flocks;
The night breezes were warm
When Jesus was born.
Spring,

The time for new life.

The time for lambs

To gambol in the grass.

Christ's time of birth,
Christ's time of death.
Better to celebrate with joy
And anticipation

In winter's chill,
Than obscure the Easter message.
Shepherds.
Flocks.
Lambs.
The Lamb of God is come.

Photo by nz willowherb