The Oxen by Thomas Hardy
Although most of his work focuses on characters who live in the fictitious Wessex county of England, Thomas Hardy also wrote about Christmas. In “The Oxen,” he puts into verse a centuries-old legend: that at midnight on the eve of Christ’s birth, and every Christmas Eve thereafter, the oxen fall to their knees in honor of the Lord.
Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
“Now they are all on their knees,”
An elder said as we sat in a flock
By the embers in hearthside ease.
We pictured the meek mild creatures where
They dwelt in their strawy pen,
Nor did it occur to one of us there
To doubt they were kneeling then.
So fair a fancy few would weave
In these years! Yet, I feel,
If someone said on Christmas Eve,
“Come; see the oxen kneel
“In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
Our childhood used to know,”
I should go with him in the gloom,
Hoping it might be so.
Many readers of English literature will recognize Thomas Hardy (1840–1928) as the author of novels such as Far From the Madding Crowd, Return of the Native,

