Today’s prompt: She watched him, smiling.
The cattle were lowing; the poor baby slept. Mary tucked the swaddling clothes around baby Jesus and placed him on the hay in the feeding trough. She watched him, smiling.
“You should sleep, too,” Joseph said, placing his arm around her shoulder.
She rested her head against his chest. “How can I sleep on such a holy night?” she asked. “I can’t take my eyes from him.”
A dog barked, and Mary straightened. “Someone’s here.”
“Is this the place?” a man’s voice came from the cave entrance. “Is He here? We’ve come to worship the Savior, Christ the Lord.”
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