Sometimes things die.
Sometimes things come to an end.
Then they are dried out, raked together and bundled for animal fodder.
That’s what happens with hay.
And hay held the newborn Jesus.
Sometimes things die.
That’s okay.
Hay is dead.
It’s just repurposed.
7 And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in bands of cloth, and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn. – Matthew 2:7