It seems quite natural that animals play a big part in the Christmas celebration. After all, Jesus was born in a stable surrounded by animals. And Santa has those magical reindeer at his beck and call.
As a young girl, growing up on the farm I loved the Legend of the Animals. According to the legend, at midnight on Christmas Eve, all the animals on the farm would be given the gift of speech for one hour.
What an enchanting story! I wanted to believe this one with all my heart.
I wanted to be able to talk to the baby calves. What would they say to me? What would they say to each other? Would the barn cats talk to me?
In my young imagination, I fantasized about them singing Christmas carols and talking about the Baby Jesus.
My parents were always “early to bed early to rise” so one year I had a plan to sneak out on Christmas Eve and share this wonderful event. Unfortunately I had never been awake past 8:00 PM .When my parents tucked me in on Christmas Eve, I was soon fast asleep and missed it all. This only added to the mystery….the unknown element involved made it all seem possible to me. I can remember as a young adult still wanting to believe. I can remember when my own young children were asleep in their beds on Christmas Eve. I could sneak out now and see for myself.
Something held me back…the unknown. I didn’t really want to be disappointed if it was just a legend. I wanted to continue the magic.
When The Animals Talk
By Rusty Calhoun
The story is told about the night
The Babe was born in the stable.
The animals gathered round the child
Admiring Him in the cradle.Because they worshiped that little Babe,
And sang their praises to Him
God has granted them one night a year
They can talk with the seraphim.Late at night, on Christmas Eve
In every stable and barn,
The critters gather in Jesus’ Name
Warm and safe from harm.At the stroke of midnight, a miracle!
Lowing and braying takes form
As words of love and praise come forth
And the creatures voices lovely, sweet, and comforting sounds
As they utter worshipful words
No one’s left out, there are sheep and elk
Coyotes, cougars and birds.The angels sing and play their lutes,
The drummer boy thumps his drum.
The horses nicker an “Agnus Dei”
And all of the animals come.To lend their voices in adoration
At the birth of the blessed child
And teach us gentle lessons
In tones both sweet and mild
“O holy Night”, the mother ewe bleats
As she snuggles her little lamb,
While benediction is offered up
By a majestic curly horned ram.Voices ring out from the top of the lofts,
Across the meadows and plains,
A chorus of joyful, Heavenly notes.
The Christ Child’s Glory proclaimed.
May all your magical beliefs at Christmastime bring you joy and wonder….