As you remember, once, a very long time ago, an old man and a young woman took a long icy winter’s journey. Because there was no room at the inn, they slept at night in a humble stable, with the animals’ sweet breath warming them, and golden hay for a bed. A baby was born to them that night. Although the old man made a small fire to warm the baby, still, the infant was cold. At the baby’s cry, the old man put on his cloak. He went out into the snowy night to gather more wood, that the fire might burn warmer, to comfort the baby’s tears.