Tis the season to read Jeanette Winterson's instant classic Christmas tale, "The Lion, the Unicorn, and Me": the birth of Jesus told from the point of view of a donkey:
Sometimes, when the sky is very cold and clear, and I have done my day’s journey, and stand half-asleep, half-awake in the warmth of my stall, I think I see the bowl of a trumpet, and its long funnel, and a foot, clean and white, dangling over the ridge-line of the stars, and I lift up my voice and I bray and I bray, for memory, for celebration, for warning, for chance, for everything that is here below and all that is hidden elsewhere. Hay and dung and another world.
Best wishes for the holiday season!
Thanks for directing me to these marvellous stories. I've been a Winterson fan since Oranges Aren't the Only Fruit.
Posted by: Debra Martens | January 04, 2012 at 03:16 PM