Hunger draws a bear to a shepherd's glowing campsite until a sudden bright light in the sky distracts him; he ends up joining their flocks, and their guardians, in search of the source of brightness. They arrive at the manger where Christ has been born. When the bear approaches, Mary holds out a branch of red berries for him to eat. The berries instantly satisfy his hunger, and he's able to return to his den and sleep until spring. ""Ever since that night bears have loved sweet red berries, and they have slept all winter long."" The tale isn't particularly original--many other stories exist of everyone from donkeys to drummer boys paying tribute to the Christ child. It's Reichstein's glowing illustrations that tom this snowy evening into something warm and bright.