Cricket at the Manger

A brilliant light shines in the night sky. The streets of the town are filled with people. And a cricket, sleeping in a stable, burrows under the straw. A donkey enters carrying a woman. "It's time," she says to her husband. "No sleep tonight " says the cricket. But, later, when the cricket sees an infant in the manger, his thoughts of sleep are banished, for the cricket knows that this night is meant for rejoicing. Here is the story of the Nativity as told through the voice of one of the smallest creatures in the stable. Edith Hope Fine's poetic text and Winslow Pels's glorious illustrations combine to make this a special book for a special time of year.