December 3
"But thou, Bethlem, thought thou be little amongh the thousands of Judah,
yet out of thee shall He come forth unto me that is to be ruler of Israel,
Whose goings forth have been from of old, from everlasing"
Micah 5:2
Song:
How Great Thou Art
A DIFFERENT KIND OF CHRISTMAS
Martha had tried to ignore the approach of Christmas. She would have kept it almost entirely out of her thoughts if Jed had not come eagerly into the cabin one day, stomping the snow from his cold feet as he said in an excited voice, "Martha, we're going to have a Christmas tree this year, anyway. I spotted a cedar on the rise out south of the wheat field, over near the Norton's place. It's a scrubby thing, but it will do since we can't get a pine. Maybe Christmas will be a little different here, but it will still be the kind of Christmas we used to have."
As she shook her head, Martha noticed that Daniel glanced quickly, up from the corner where he was playing, patiently tying together some sticks with bits of string left over from the quilt she had tied a few days earlier. She drew Jed as far away from the boy as possible.
"I don't want a tree," she said. "We won't be celebrating Christmas. Even a tree coultn' make it the kind of Christmas we used to have."
"Martha, we've got to do something for the boy at least. Children set such store by Christmas."
"Don't you think I know? All those years of fixing the things for Maybelle and Stellie. I know all about the kids and Christmas." She stopped and drew a deep breath, glancing over to see that Daniel was occupied and not listening. "But I can't do things for him. It would like a knife in the heart, fixing a tree and baking cookies and making things for another woman's child when my own girls are back there on that prairie."
"Martha, Martha," Jed said softly. It's been almost a year and a half. That's over, and Danny needs you. He needs Christmas like he remembers."
She turned her back on his pleading face. "I can't," she said.
Jed touched her shoulder gently, "I know how hard it is for you, Martha, But think of the boy." He turned and went back out into the snowy weather.
Think of the boy. Whey should she think of him, when her own children, her two blue-eyed, golden-curled daughters, had been left beside the trail back there on that endless, empty prairie? The boy cam to her not because she wanted him, but, because she couldn't say "no" to the bishop back in Salt Lake City last April before they came to settle in this valley.
Bishop Clay had brought Daniel to her and Jed one day and said, "I want you to care for this lad. His mother died on the trek last summer and his pa passed away last week. He needs a good home."
Jed had gripped the bishop's hand and with tears in his eyes, thanked him, but Martha had turned away from the sight of the thin, ragged, six year old boy who stood before them, not fast enough, however, to miss the sudden brief smile he glanced at her. A smile that should have caught her heart and opened it wide. Her heart was closed, though, locked tightly around the memory of he two gentle little girls. She didn't want a noisy, rowdy boy hanging around, disturbing those memories, filling the cabin with a boy's loud games.
Yet she had taken him, because she felt she had no choice. Faced with the bishop's request-more of an order, really-and Jed's obvious joy, she couldn't refuse.
He came with them out to this new valley west of the Salt Lake settlement and had proved himself a great help to Jed, despite his young age. Sometimes Martha felt pity for him, but she didn't love him. With Jed it was different. He had accepted Daniel immediately as his own son and enjoyed having a boy with him. They had a special relationship.
Daniel mentioned Christmas only once. One day it was too cold and snowy to play outside and he had been humming softly to himself as he played in his corner. Suddenly, he looked up at Martha and asked, "Can you said, aunt Martha?"
Martha paused and straightened up from the table where she was kneading bread. She used to sing for her girls all the time. "No, I can't Daniel," she said. "Not anymore."
'My mother used to sing a pretty song at Christmas," he said. "I wish I could remember it."
On the day before Christmas, Jed went through the deep snow to do some chores for Brother Norton, who was ill. Daniel was alone outside most of the day, although he made several rather furtive trips in and out of the cabin. On one trip, he took the stick he had been tying together.
Toward evening, Martha went out to the stable to milk Rosie, since Jed had not yet returned. As she approached, she saw there was light inside. Opening the door softly, she peered within. Daniel had lit the barn lantern, and with its glows, he knelt in the straw by Rosie's stall. In front of him were the sticks he had tied together, which Martha recognized now as the crude cradle. It held Stellie's rag doll, all wrapped up in the white shawl Martha kept in her trunk. Her first impulse was to rush in and snatch it, but she stopped because the scene was strangely beautiful in the soft light from the lantern. Rosie and the two sheep stood close by, watching Daniel. He seemed to be addressing them when he spoke.
"The shepherds came following the star," he was saying. "And they found the baby Jesus who had been born in the stable." He paused for a moment, then went on. "And his mother loved him."
Martha felt suddenly that she couldn't breathe. Another mother, another day, had loved her boy, and had told him the beautiful story of the Christ child with such love that he hadn't forgot it, young as he was. And she, Martha, had failed that mother.
In the silence she began to sing. "Silent night, she sang.
Daniel didn't move until the song was finished. Then he turned with that quick heart-melting smile.
"That's the one," he whispered. "That's the song that my mother used to sing to me."
Martha ran forward and gathered the boy into her arms. He responded immediately, clasping his arms tightly around her.
"Danny," she said, sifting on the edge of Rosie's manger, "Let's go in and get the cabin ready for Christmas. Maybe it isn't too late for Jed-for Pa to get that tree. It might be a little different kind of Christmas, but it will still be a little like the Christmases we sued to know."
"Do you mind it being different?" Danny asked. "I mean with a boy instead of your girls?"
Martha wondered how long it would take her to make up to him for the hurt she had inflicted these many months. "no," she said. "After all, the Baby Jesus was a boy."
"That's right," he said wonderingly.
She set him down on the floor and put her arm around his shoulders.
"Merry Christmas" she said. "Merry Christmas, Danny."
He looked up at her with a smile that did not fade quickly ways this time, a sweet smile full of love he had been waiting to give her.
"Merry Christmas," he sad, and the added softly, "Mother."
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