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124 —comes around we think more and more about it, and make more of it. Nobody knew away back there in Bethlehem how much it meant for Jesus to be born. Mary, the Child’s mother, did not know. Joseph, the Child’s father, did not know. The angels understood it better, and we read how a multitude of them sang in the sky, praising God, and saying, “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good-will toward men.” But people generally knew very little about it, and cared very little. In the little town of Bethlehem things went on as usual. The night came on just as at other times around the poor little shed where Jesus was born. The stars shone in that same quiet way which it is always their habit to do. Nobody suspected, nobody knew, that the little Child that came into the world that night was to be the greatest man that ever lived—our Saviour. The world had expected for a great while that something of the kind was going to happen, but nobody knew exactly