A Gentle Night Under the Soft Glow of a Holy Star

High above the sleepy town, the stars twinkle like tiny lanterns. The world is tucked in and waiting. The breeze whispers through the trees, hushing the hills. Everything is still and calm.

In the fields, the little sheep huddle close together. They are warm in their thick, woolly coats. Baa, they hum softly to each other. The night feels different tonight, quiet and very special.