As the sky grew dark over Bethlehem, Little Star took her usual spot.
Every night, she twinkled above the hills, small and faint.
Other stars rose higher and shone brighter, but not Little Star.
She liked her low view.
She liked her soft gleam.
When newborn lambs opened their eyes, she was their first light.
I hope nothing changes, she thought.
But one night, big news spread through space.
Maker was gathering the galaxy!
Little Star pulsed faster.
What was happening?
Big changes? She hoped not.
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