And, it was mighty dark back there, too. Before him in a gently sloping valley, where the trees were smaller and of a second growth, there v/as an immense deer-yard.

On Christmas Eve even animals behave oddly, cattle, donkeys, and oxen are said to fall on their knees and moan at midnight.

In Medieval Europe, it was common for people to attend Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve, and then go and visit the animals and feed them special food.

the Christmas Eve Stable Books/Poetry. Amazon.com: Christmas Miracle eBook: HL. So fair a fancy few would weave In these years! Suddenly, God gave voice to the animals … Celtic Harp for Christmas - Friendly. What I wanted most was to see the animals kneel on Christmas Eve but Mama said little girls couldn’t be running around in the cow pasture at midnight on Christmas Eve. F rom a point of vantage, wrapped in his great blanket, Mustagan, an Indian, was intently watching the movements of some deer.

The Stables At Midnight: A Christmas. I had around 20 horses at Christmas that year. He believed the legend when a child and would dearly love to have it confirmed as an adult by a walk to the lonely barton where he grew up.

Yet, at this time of year, in fact THIS VERY NIGHT, my Granny loved to tell me that I needed to go out to the barn on Christmas Eve at midnight because there I would find the cows kneeling to pray. My son was then 5 or 6 years old and knew the Thomas Hardy poem about all the animals kneeling down at midnight on Christmas Eve.

For some Christmas itself is a legend (or even a myth). And, Mugi said that from that night on, every year at midnight on Christmas Eve, all of the animals all over the world kneel to worship Jesus Christ the Savior of the World. A little Christmas(y) tale from Thomas Hardy, which incorporates the old folk tradition that, as Hardy's mother told him as a child, cattle (whose ancestors witnessed the birth of Jesus in Bethlehem) kneel to commemorate the event every Christmas Eve at midnight: 'Once there was an old aged man over at Mellstock-William Dewy by name-one… One of the stranger myths of this holiday is that at the stroke of midnight on Christmas Eve animals of all sorts are endowed with the power of human speech.

People did that in rememberance of the animals who were present at the birth of Jesus. Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.

faithfully seen that the animals were secured and provided for each night but especially on Christmas Eve.. there after the service kneeling.

... Christmas Eve in Brown's Cove Angel Animals Story of the Week, 12-25-10, "Birthing Frostbite, The Christmas Eve Foal".

The legend of oxen kneeling before the Christ child on that first Christmas eve and continuing the practice down through the ages is precisely what appeals to Hardy. They play an important part in many ancient customs, and it is a widespread belief that the descendants of those who were present at the Nativity still show their deference on Christmas night.

Now according to legend, at least, Christ's birth occurred at exactly midnight.

The Christmas Legend of the Animals There is a wonderful legend shared by many countries that animals talk at midnight on Christmas Eve. On Christmas Eve in 1977, Dr. Harold. On Christmas Eve even animals behave oddly, cattle, donkeys, and oxen are said to fall on their knees and moan at midnight.

“Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.

On Christmas Eve, a young farm servant hides in the stables hoping to witness the animals’ speech, and indeed hears a horse say: “We shall have hard work to do this day week.” Maybe you’ve heard it too: at midnight on Christmas Eve all the barnyard animals kneel in honor of the birth of Christ.

Mostly what I’ve been trying to remember-is who told me the story the first time. "Now they are all on their knees," An elder said as we sat in a flock By the embers in hearthside ease.

‘Now they are all on their knees,’ An elder said as we sat in a flock By the embers in hearthside ease. Now according to legend, at least, Christ's birth occurred at exactly midnight.

The Kneeling Deer by Egerton R. Young. My marriage had ended, and I was leasing a farm as a boarding stable. Inside the stable, the animals watched in wonder as the new-born babe was lovingly wrapped in swaddling clothes and placed in a manger. In my child’s mind, that was the most wonderful thought of Christmas –all of the animals kneeling to worship a little baby called Jesus. Kneeling down, I ran my hand over. We pictured the meek mild creatures where They dwelt in their strawy pen,