THE CHRISTMAS ROSE
AN OLD LEGEND
BY LIZZIE DEAS (ADAPTED)
 WHEN the Magi laid their rich offerings of myrrh,
frankincense, and gold, 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.
And as she stood there weeping, an angel passing saw her
sorrow, and stooping he 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
Joyfully the shepherd maiden gathered the flowers and made
her offering to the Holy Child.
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