"And this next babiest is Polly Loody. And this in the middle is Lady Fissle. And this tall fellow is Lally Va.s.sal. And last we come of the big, big toe, who"s king of them all. His name is Great Ormondon." Then she dived her lips into the little squirming legs and kissed them as if she were going to make a meal of them.
She had to do it four times before the baby smiled at her. At first he only looked serious and astonished. The fifth time his smile broadened and he gurgled. But the sixth, as she came to "The Great Ormondon," he burst into a crowing laugh. Never before had a laugh been heard in earth or Heaven. It was so surprising that the angels ceased from cowering and the Man uncovered his face to see better.
Then G.o.d spoke. His voice was kind and tender like the cooing of doves--so kind and tender that the Woman, discovering His presence, wasn"t a bit frightened. Sweeping the hair back from her eyes, she nodded to Him in the old friendly fashion in which she had been used to greet Him in Eden.
"Can you make him do it again?" G.o.d asked.
He came nearer and leant above her shoulder. So she made the baby laugh again.
"Could I make him?"
"Try," said the Woman.
So G.o.d wiggled the little toes, starting with the tiniest, and the Woman whispered the five magic names to Him secretly so that He might say them all correctly. "Peedy Peedy. Polly Loody. Lady Fissle. Lally Va.s.sal. And the Great Ormondon."
When G.o.d boomed out the last large sounding name, the baby doubled his little fists, crowing and laughing unmistakably. Then G.o.d laughed, too, and the Virgin, and all the Hosts of Heaven, and the Man and the Woman, till at last the dog and the robin couldn"t restrain themselves any longer and joined in His laughter. When once they"d started laughing it was difficult to stop. Besides, they didn"t want to stop. They were doing it for the first time and they liked the feeling of it. G.o.d laughed till the tears streamed down His face. By the time He held up His hand for silence, there was scarcely an angel who wasn"t wearing his halo crooked.
"That"s done us all good," said G.o.d. "I must have a baby for my very own exactly like him. I almost think that everybody ought to have babies."
Then catching sight of the dog and the robin, He added, "I mean the animals, too."
He turned to the Man. "What day is this? I"ve not been counting since I ceased to walk in Eden."
The Man answered humbly. "Dear G.o.d, it is the twenty-fifth of December."
"I must remember that," said G.o.d thoughtfully. And then to the Virgin, "Come. It grows late. There is no one to light the lamps of Heaven. You shall have your desire; for you, too, are a woman."
And the robins say that G.o.d did remember, for it was on the twenty-fifth of December, centuries later, that his own son was born into the world.
They say that the limestone ridge within sight of Eden was the spot where Bethlehem grew up after Eden vanished. They even say that the cave to which Mary came on another winter"s night, when the doors of the inn had been closed against her, was the very same. There, where the world"s first baby had been born, she wrapped G.o.d"s son in swaddling clothes and laid him in a manger, for the cave had now become a stable. Perhaps the heavenly host who sang "Peace and Goodwill" to the shepherds was the same, though the robins do not a.s.sert that.
Of one thing they are certain: that every time a baby is born G.o.d laughs again and His laughter travels down the ages. And that is why on Christmas Day everyone is especially kind to children, because it was a little child who gave the first laugh and taught grown people, even G.o.d Himself, how easy it is to love when one is merry.
THE END
CHRISTMAS OUTSIDE OF EDEN
_By_
CONINGSBY DAWSON
_Author of_ "The Little House,"
"The Seventh Christmas,"
"Carry On," etc.
WITH _ILl.u.s.tRATIONS_ BY
EUGENE FRANCIS SAVAGE
A delightful Christmas fantasy told with inimitable charm and delicate humor. It is "the story the robins tell as they huddle beneath the holly on the Eve of Christmas"--the sensation created by the birth of the first baby, among the animals on earth, the angels in heaven, and even in the mind of the surprised Almighty Himself. The conception of the Deity is a primitive one, as required by the nature of the tale, and the story should be read as a "myth-story."
DODD, MEAD & COMPANY
_Publishers_ NEW YORK