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.”
Let’s read what the others wrote:
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