It was winter.
The wind blew from the steppes.
The child was cold
In the grotto on the slope of the hill. ...
The Magi stood in the shadowy den;
They whispered in stammering words.
Suddenly, from the dark, they were nudged
To move a little aside from the manger;
They looked around; like a guest at the threshold,
The Christmas Star gazed upon the maid.
(Boris Pasternak, "Christmas Star")