The donkey stood in his stall that night

And blinked at the glory of heavenly light

That filled the stable where Jesus lay.

And he heard the voices of angels say,

“Glory to God in the highest! Peace to men!”

And then all about, again, and again,

The heavenly hosts sang; and the donkey’s ear

Twitched in wonder of those so near:

The Mother Mary, Joseph, the Child—

The Precious Savior, tiny and mild.

The donkey stood in his stall, and he

Was privileged to see the majesty

Of a Savior King, God’s own Son.

Oh, wasn’t he lucky to be one

Of the creatures bathed in golden light

When Christ was born on Christmas night!

Illustrated by Phyllis Luch