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.
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.