Mother and Father Pigeon lived with their two young pigeons in their home, built high on a post in the king's barnyard. Every bright morning they would fly away through the beautiful sunshine wherever they pleased, but, when evening came, they were sure to come to the pigeon house again.
One evening, when they were talking together in their sweet, cooing way, Mother Pigeon said, "We each have a story to tell, I know; so let each one take his turn, and Father Pigeon begin."
Then Father Pigeon said, "Today I have been down to the shining little stream that runs through the wood. The green ferns grow on either side of it, and the water is cool, cool, cool! for I dipped my feet into it, and wished that you all were there." I did see a beautiful little Christmas tree that will be just right for our little house.
"I know the stream," cooed Mother Pigeon. "It turns the wheels of the mills as it hurries along, and is busy all day on its way to the river." Oh Father a tiny tree will be fine.
"Today I have talked with the birds in the garden," said Sweet Voice, one of the young pigeons, "the thrush, the blackbird, and bluebird, and all. They sang to me and I cooed to them, and together we made the world gay. The bluebird sang of the sunshine, and the blackbird of the harvest; but the thrush sang the sweetest song. It was about her nest in the tree." We all talked about Christmas it will be here soon.
"I heard you all," said Fleet Wing, the other young pigeon; "for I sat and listened on the high church tower. I was so high up, there, that I thought I was higher than anything else; but I saw the great sun shining in the sky, and the little white clouds, like sky pigeons, sailing above me. Then, looking down, I saw, far away, this white pigeon-house; and it made me very glad, for nothing that I saw was so lovely as home." There is no place like home and having my family with me at Christmas.
"I never fly far away from home," said Mother Pigeon, "and today I visited in the chicken yard. The hens were all talking, and they greeted me with 'Good morning! Good morning!' and the turkey gobbled 'Good morning!' and the rooster said 'How do you do?' While I chatted with them a little girl came out with a basket of yellow corn, and threw some for us all. When I was eating my share, I longed for my dear ones. And now good night," cooed Mother Pigeon, "it is sleepy time for us all."
Now may your sweet dreams be Christmas dreams, and may
we all be blessed with love that is forever and this sweet home to have the true meaning of Christmas inside.
"Coo, coo! Good night!" answered the others; and all was still in the pigeon house.
Listening to the still of the night and thinking about
Christmas and never straying far from home.
xoxoxxoxoox Our Precious Angels xoxoxoxoxx
First Christmas Story