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small things. Little minds can understand little things. It was kind in God, therefore, to let His Son come into the world as a God-child. If you had in your yard a tree twenty feet high and a flower two inches high, you would think a great deal more of the flower than you would of the tree. Little things for little eyes, little loves for little hearts.
When the children look at the picture of the Nativity, one of the first thoughts that will come to them will be, “What a queer place it was for Jesus to be born in!” No furniture but straw, scarcely any other lodgers but that queer-looking little ass, and no interested people around but those rude minstrels accompanied by a hungry, wolfish dog. Certainly the place was by no means elegant, and not what we should exactly call comfortable. Very likely there are a great many worse places in our own town than this mule shed in Bethlehem, and children have to be born in little dirty rooms in New York because their parents are so poor