Here you will find thePoemA Christmas Folk-Songof poet Lizette Woodworth Reese
The little Jesus came to town; The wind blew up, the wind blew down; Out in the street the wind was bold; Now who would house Him from the cold? Then opened wide a stable door, Fair were the rushes on the floor; The Ox put forth a horned head : 'Come, Little Lord, here make Thy bed.' Up rose the Sheep were folded near: 'Thou Lamb of God, come, enter here.' He entered there to rush and reed, Who was the Lamb of God, indeed. The little Jesus came to town; With Ox and Sheep He laid Him down; Peace to the byre, peace to the fold, For that they housed Him from the cold!
