“(Christmas Eve) You’ll tumble into bed, but later in the middle of the night, your father will carry you out to the barn to see a foal being born. You’ll snuggle in the crook of his arm, the cats curling ’round your legs and think, maybe it’s not such a bad place to be born after all.”
A Christmas Like Helen’s
By Natalie Kinsey-Warnock
Many of us are lucky to have stories of our parents’ and grandparents’ Christmases. My father shared his story in a letter that I framed and hang on the wall each Christmas. Kinsey-Warnock has enough to easily fill a book about her Grandmother Helen’s Christmases on the farm. It’s good to be reminded of the connection farmers have to a birth in a stable.