Henry’s First Christmas

Every story needs a good beginninghis is the story of Henry the duck, but it’s a different Henry to the Henry you might know.  Because, not everybody knows this, but just about every duck is called Henry! 

And this Henry lived in Bethlehem around the time that Quirinius was governor of Syria.

Caesar Augustus had just issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world and so Bethlehem had been flooded with people returning home to be counted. To make matters worse the king and queen duck had decided it was a great chance to count all the ducks too. Henry had never seen so many ducks on his lake, the NOISE alone was driving Henry crazy.

There was simply no room left anywhere in town and so just that morning Henry had given his home to a poor family with 5 ducklings who had nowhere to stay. Which meant, of course, that now Henry had nowhere to stay. He was happy though, knowing that now the ducklings would stay warm at night, and besides, they would soon leave and he would have his house back.

That night, with nowhere to stay, Henry decided to get away from all the noise and fly up to the hills with the shepherds. It was a night that Henry would never ever forget his whole life, because that night an Angel appeared to the shepherds and Henry was right there to see it.

Henry was just thinking about finding a warm spot to sleep when suddenly it was as light as day. The shepherds were terrified and even Henry was a little scared when he looked up and saw the angel. But the angel told the shepherds not to be afraid, he said that a baby had just been born in a manger in Bethlehem. A baby who was Saviour. A baby who was Christ the Lord.

Then suddenly, the sky was full of angels singing glory to God and announcing peace for mankind because of the birth of the baby. As suddenly as they’d appeared, they were gone again and Henry and the shepherds were again in darkness.

Henry thought this baby must be pretty special, after all, how many babies had their birth announced by God’s own special messengers?? So when the shepherds decided to go and look for the baby Henry knew he had to go too. In fact, Henry had a pretty good idea where the baby might be because he’d flown all over Bethlehem and knew all the inns that had stables.

So while the shepherds were climbing down the hill, Henry flew ahead to find the baby the angels had spoken of. It didn’t take Henry long to find him and once he had he didn’t want to leave. But Henry wasn’t sure the shepherds would find him by themselves so he flew back to them and led them straight to Jesus.

For the rest of the week, Henry slept every night in the stable with Baby Jesus and every day he went out to tell all the ducks he could about the special baby who’d been born.

Not everyone believed Henry when they first heard the story, after all, no other duck had ever seen an angel. But it wasn’t long before the ducks found out that the shepherds were also spreading the news and their story was the same as Henry’s. Many of the ducks went to visit the baby Henry had spoken of and all those who went had no doubts at all the he was a very special baby indeed. And once all the ducks had been counted, the ducks from Bethlehem took the news of baby Jesus back to all the other ducks.

Which is why to this very day, ducks also celebrate Christmas every year!

And that’s the story of Henry the duck. 

 

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