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.