My twin grandchildren arrived last night...safe and sound.
It is a joy to have family to share Christmas with...and in honor of my grandchildren...all 5 of them...here's what Christmas is all about:
She was five,
sure of the facts,
and recited them
with slow solemnity,
convinced every word
"They were so poor they only had peanut butter and jelly sandwiches to eat and they went a long way from home without getting lost.
The lady rode a donkey, the man walked, and the baby was inside the lady.
They had to stay in a barn, with an ox and ass (hee‑hee)
but there were three rich men who found them because a star lited the roof.
Shepherds came and you could pet the sheep but not feed them.
Then the baby was borned!!"
Her eyes inflated to the size of silver dollars.
"The Baby was God!" And she jumped in the air,
whirled around, dove into the sofa and buried her head under the cushion...
which is the only proper response to the Good News of Jesus' Birth!