He was a small shepherd boy

tending a flock of sheep

with his father and uncle

in the fields near Bethlehem.

The boy lay by the fire to keep warm.

He covered himself with the royal purple blanket

that his mother had woven for him

for his birthday one week earlier.

It was the only thing he owned

and he treasured it.

He thought he was dreaming

when the angel appeared

and told them a Savior had been born

and that they should go see him.

They went immediately

and found the baby

in a makeshift manger

with his mother, named Mary

and his father, named Joseph.

The shepherds were awe-struck.

They had never seen a Savior before.

The mother, Mary, let the boy

hold the baby,  named Jesus.

The boy had held many lambs

but he had never held a Savior befor,

and he almost cried

when the baby Jesus squeezed his thumb.

The boy handed the baby back to Mary.

He felt like he wanted to give the Savior a gift,

but all he owned was his royal purple blanket.

A cold breeze blew through the manger

and the boy wanted the Savior to be warm

so he gave him the only thing he owned,

his beautiful royal purple blanket.

It was a gift given with sacrifice and love.