Baby Nectar stood back and surveyed the manger scene. With the help of her friends
family, she had arranged to hold a living nativity in the downtown park. Baby Nectar sighed with
satisfaction; everything was ready for tonight when they'd take their placed for this Christmas Eve
reenactment of the birth of the Christ Child.
Only one problem remained to be hurdled-- they had no baby for the manger. None of
mothers in Ponyland would let their newborns outside in the cold, wintry air for the length of time
Since last year's Christmas memory of the birth of Jesus was still very strongly etched in
Baby Nectar's mind, she wanted this portrayal to be perfect. "Help us find a baby, dear Jesus,"
she whispered softly.
So just this morning Baby Nectar had sent word to Megan that she desperately needed a
Christ Child figurine, and could Megan bring one to Ponyland. Now all Baby Nectar and the
others could do was wait. They were scheduled to begin at 9:00 PM; the hours seemed to be
When evening came with no sign of Megan, Star Glow felt so concerned for Baby
that she offered to fly over the rainbow to see what was keeping Megan. In only a brief time, she
returned with bad news. "The other end of the rainbow is engulfed in a major winter storm," Star
Glow sadly informed Baby Nectar. "There's no way Megan is going to get here now!"
Baby Nectar hung her head. There would be no Baby Jesus in the manger. Yet the
must go on. She bravely smiled at Star Glow and thanked her for her efforts.
It was now time to dress for the parts they were playing. Baby Nectar was Mary,
in a blue mantle; the Playtime Baby Brothers were also helping out; Paws was cast as Joseph.
Everyone was given a part: shepherds, angels, and kings.
Baby Stripe's mom dug out an old human-like doll and wrapped it in "swaddling
for the ponies to place in the manger. It wasn't nearly as nice as the porcelain figure Baby Nectar
had planned on from Megan, but it would do.
Tiny white flakes were beginning to fall silently as the ponies left their homes for the
Spotlights accented the manger and stable setting that they had previously prepared.
Moving to the manger, Baby Nectar was surprised to see that it was already occupied
a delicate figure of the Christ Child. "Hey, everybody," she called out joyously. "Megan got
through after all!"
Ponies and pals gathered around the manger and "Oohed" and "Aahed" at the beauty
life-likeness of the sleeping infant. Then they dispersed to take up their appropriate spots in and
around the stable.
The snow was falling harder now, and gusts of wind occasionally blew the cold crystals
into the stable and onto the figure in the manger. Baby Nectar, as Mary, was puzzled that any
flakes that landed on the baby's face melted immediately, while those landing anywhere else were
accumulating in little puffy piles. She glanced as Baby Paws to see if he noticed anything odd, but
he was standing silently with eyes closed.
The gentle baa's and moo's from Baby Wooly and Baby Leafy gave a realistic
to the stable. Baby Nectar became lost in the mystery of God's gift to mankind-- His only Son
born in a humble stable.
Getting hit with a stronger blast of wind that showered her with snowflakes, Baby
renewed her gaze on the figure in the manger. She noticed that the wind had blown the white
blanket covering the baby away from the baby's body. Porcelain or not, Baby Nectar was
convinced that the Christ Child would feel the cold; so she quietly moved closer and tucked the
blankets more securely around the sleeping form.
"This is so strange!" she thought. When her paw softly touched the cheek of the baby, it
felt warm. She slowly brushed across its cheek again, and drew her paw quickly away. She
hadn't touched cold porcelain; it was living flesh. But how could that be?
By this time, Baby Paws had come to join her at the manger. Baby Nectar looked at
Paws, and saw in his eyes that he, too, was aware of something out of the ordinary. Their gaze
dropped back to the infant before them; and at that moment, the sleeping infant opened His
Baby Nectar had seen eyes like that only once before, last Christmas Eve. She and her
pals had sheltered a traveling human couple in the stable behind Paradise Estate, and the woman
had given birth to a child. And that child had been the Christ. In His eyes was the depth of love
of God for His creatures. Baby Nectar's heart almost burst within her as the baby suddenly
smiled at her.
Baby Nectar and Baby Paws dropped to their knees. There was magic in the air. The
snow stopped falling and the clouds cleared the sky to allow a single radiant star to illuminate this
gift of God lying in the manger. All the ponies and pals were filled with a deep peace as they
gathered close around the manger. Heaven had reached down and blessed them in this very
Instinctively, the multitude around the manger joined hooves and paws and began
Silent Night. As they reached the line, "Oh holy Infant so tender and mild," the Child raised His
hand in blessing, and disappeared from their sight. A crumpled white blanket was all that
physically remained of this holy encounter. Baby Nectar cradled the paw that had touched the
Infant and felt within herself a deep and abiding love.
"Sleep in heavenly peace, Baby Jesus," she whispered. "Sleep in heavenly peace."