MERRY CHRISTMAS- TO ALL!

The First Christmas by Marian Swinger

It never snows at Christmas in that dry and dusty land.

Instead of freezing blizzards, there are palms and drifting sands

and years ago a stable and a most unusual star

and three wise men who followed it by camel, not by car,

while, sleepy on the quiet hills, a shepherd gave a cry.

He'd seen a crowd of angels in the silent, starlit sky.

In the stable, ox and ass stood very still and calm

and gazed upon the baby, safe and snug in Mary's arms.

And Joseph, lost in shadows, face lit by an oil lamp's glow

stood wondering, that first Christmas Day, two thousand years ago.



This postcard is from the estate of Clara Waldron

and was written to Clara in 1914.

It was a gift to the Frontenac Museum from Marilla Gardner