
by Eve Bunting
"I was born back in early May
when the breezes of spring
chased winter away.""
On this magical starlit night, each manger animal in turn is asked the question before the revelation that it was the child -- the Christ child -- that was born. With soft, luminous illustrations by the incomparable Leonid Gore, Eve Bunting gently evokes the true meaning of Christmas with a simple purity that will strike a chord in even the youngest reader. The lovely paintings and comforting, poetic mood of the text make this a perfect book to share on Christmas Eve.

by Eve Bunting
"I was born back in early May
when the breezes of spring
chased winter away.""
On this magical starlit night, each manger animal in turn is asked the question before the revelation that it was the child -- the Christ child -- that was born. With soft, luminous illustrations by the incomparable Leonid Gore, Eve Bunting gently evokes the true meaning of Christmas with a simple purity that will strike a chord in even the youngest reader. The lovely paintings and comforting, poetic mood of the text make this a perfect book to share on Christmas Eve.