Thursday, December 1, 2011


The Legend of Robin Redbreast 

On that first Christmas, it is said, the night
was wrapped in a bitter chill. The small fire in the
stable was nearly out, and the Mother Mary worried
that her baby would be cold. she turned to the animals
about her and asked them for help.

"Could you blow on the embers," she asked the ox, "so the
fire might continue to keep my son warm?"

But the ox lay sound asleep on the stable floor and did
not hear her. Next, mary asked the donkey to breathe life
back into the fire, but the sleeping donkey did not hear
Mary either. Nor did the horse or sheep. She wondered what
to do.

Suddenly, Mary heard a fluttering of little wings. Looking
up, she saw a plain, brown-coloured little robin fly into
the stall. This robin had heard Mary calling to the animals
and had come to help her himself. he went over to the dying
fire and flapped his wings hard.

His wings were like little bellows, huffing and puffing air
onto the embers, until they glowed bright red again. He
continued to fan the fire, singing all the while, until the
ashes began to kindle.

With his beak, the robin picked up some fresh, dry sticks
and tossed them into the fire. As he did, a flame suddenly
burst forth and burned the little bird's breast a bright red.
But the robin simply continued to fan the fire until it
crackled brightly and warmed the entire stable. The
Baby Jesus slept happily.

Mary thanked and praised the robin for all he had done.
She looked tenderly at his red breast, burned by the flame,
and said "From now on, let your red breast be a blessed
reminder of your noble deed."

And to this day, the robin's red breast covers his humble heart.

~From 'A Christmas Stocking' Louise Betts Egan


Two Cottages And Tea said...

How beautiful! I've never heard this before. Robins are my favorite bird, their arrival here celebrating the start of spring.

Hope said...

What a sweet legend.

Anonymous said...

I'd never heard this before. What a sweet story.

Johanna Gehrlein said...

Dear Bernideen,
this is a very very sweet story and teaches us than even little help brings success.
Best greetings, Johanna

Antiques And Teacups said...

I love that story! There are so many special Christmas stories. Thanks so much for sharing that one. I have an Christmas English robin mug I need to get out of the back of the closet! Thanks for the reminder!

Marilyn said...

I've not heard this legend before and am very glad that you shared it with us. Only once have I seen robins in the winter here in northern Colorado. They were at my mom's on a Christmas day several years ago.♥♫

parTea lady said...

The "Legend of the Robin Redbreast" is lovely and so is the card.

Lady Linda said...

I saw two robins hopping around my backyard this week! Love the story.
I'd love to join your tea party...I'll be out of town that weekend so may not be able to join in, but will be sure to visit your blog.
Hope all is well,

Lavender Cottage said...

Hello Bernideen
I've not heard this legend before but it does prove what brave birds the robins are.