by Jenise Cook

Angels filled the night sky with song. A light, brighter than hundreds of campfires, illumined our fields. Trembling with anticipation, I entered the stable, my lamb in my arms, and knelt before the manger. My lamb nuzzled the infant. His weary mother touched my cheek.

Tears blurred my vision.

“Immanuel.”

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Jenise Cook lives with her husband in the north-central highlands of Arizona where it snows. Jenise enjoys visitors to @jenisecook on Twitter, and at JeniseCook.com where you can find a list of her published works.