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Little Elizabeth in the pink cotton dress her mother made just for her standing bravely on the top chancel step, her hands clasped at her waist, recited the familiar tale to the whole congregation. The words fell into the rhythm of the donkey in the story, step, step, stepping along the dusty road, carrying a young mother to a special place, where all the animals would come and breathe their steamy breaths curious to see what would happen next. Elizabeth imagined the soft pink nose of a brown cow nuzzling the new baby, like her baby brother the day he came home wrapped in a soft blue receiving blanket. She pictured gold halos over the mother and baby, like in the picture book from which she had learned the story, like the halos around candles that burned on the sills of all six stained glass windows in the tiny church. When finished, she returned to her seat leaning her face against her Father's pinstriped wool chest as he wrapped his strong arm around her and whispered "I'm proud of you." She knew then she had a halo too. |