The Maid-Servant at the Inn by Dorothy Parker
"It's queer," she said; "I see the light As plain as I beheld it then, All silver-like and calm and bright-- We've not had stars like that again! "And she was such a gentle thing To birth a baby in the cold. The barn was dark and frightening-- This new one's better than the old. "I mind my eyes were full of tears, For I was young, and quick distressed But she was less than me in years That held a son against her breast. "I never saw a sweeter child-- The little one, the darling one!-- I mind I told her, when he smiled You'd know he was his mother's son. "It's queer that I should see them so-- The time they came to Bethlehem Was more than thirty years ago; I've prayed that all is well with them."