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 is midnight.

The winter air is cold and chill.

See a comfortless stable, partly shed and partly cave, hollowed in the side of a rock.

A poor place indeed. The keen breeze finds its way in freely.

In that stable lies a.

His only cradle is a manger from which cattle feed. He lies there on the rough straw—a new-born Babe.

His little limbs are wrapped around with swathing bands like the babes of the poorest.

It is, the great of heaven, who has come to live and suffer as a little Child, that we might see how much He loves us and how He longs to be with us.