A family of four sits quietly in a beautiful stone church. Aged wooden pews spread out beneath the great vaulted ceiling. Hand-carved wooden beams, adorned with evergreen garlands and golden lights, arc overhead. The gentle glow of candle light and delicate scent of pine bring about a calming sense of peace, harmony and goodwill. Children and adults alike sit in silent wonder, absorbing the beauty of their surroundings and the meaning of the holiday.
I feel my son lean in and, out of the corner of my eye, see him cup his hand to his mouth. In a stage whisper I hear,
"When does Jesus get here?"- 24 December 2007
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