When the Magi laid their rich offerings of gold, frankincense, and myrrh by the bed of the
sleeping Christ Child, legend says that a shepherd maiden stood outside the door quietly weeping.
She, too, had sought the Christ Child. She, too, desired to bring him gifts. But she had nothing
to offer, for she was very poor indeed. In vain she had searched the countryside over for one little
flower to bring Him, but she could find neither bloom nor leaf, for the winter had been cold.
As she stood there weeping, a passing angel saw her sorrow, and, stooping, brushed aside
the snow at her feet. And there sprang up on the spot a cluster of beautiful winter
roses, -- waxen white with pink-tipped petals.
"Nor myrrh, nor frankincense, nor gold," said the angel, "is offering more meet for the
Christ Child than these pure Christmas Roses."
Joyfully the shepherd maiden gathered the flowers and made her offering to the Holy Child. And
thus the legend of the Christmas Rose took bloom.
Press the picture to
Send to a Friend
|
|
|
|
 
If you would like to be on my
MAILING LIST
CLICK HERE
Midi:
The Little Drummer Boy
|
|
|