In a little town called "house of bread," a child was born in the quiet dark, wrapped and laid where the animals fed. Sugared chestnuts and warm butter, brown sugar and rich vanilla — the scent of something baking, something waiting, something holy in the ordinary. A whisper of peppermint drifts through like cold night air slipping under a stable door.
"But thou, Bethlehem Ephratah, though thou be little among the thousands of Judah, yet out of thee shall he come forth unto me that is to be ruler in Israel." — Micah 5:2
In a little town called "house of bread," a child was born in the quiet dark, wrapped and laid where the animals fed. Sugared chestnuts and warm butter, brown sugar and rich vanilla — the scent of something baking, something waiting, something holy in the ordinary. A whisper of peppermint drifts through like cold night air slipping under a stable door.
"But thou, Bethlehem Ephratah, though thou be little among the thousands of Judah, yet out of thee shall he come forth unto me that is to be ruler in Israel." — Micah 5:2
