Blessings and Seasons greetings.
It's late Christmas eve and all are asleep except me. That is not because I am Santa Clause. I may be big enough and jolly enough for the suit but I assure I am too fond of my pillow to be zipping through the cold December air. Besides I don't have much of a beard to keep my face warm. Lately I have been thinking of past Christmases. The ones from childhood. I went to a Church of Ireland school and each year there was a nativity play put on by the school in the Church that was on a hill behind it. For a couple of weeks we would practice lines and singing Carols. I remember the nerves and then the joy that it all went well. It all seemed to be the right way to celebrate the Birth of the Lord Jesus. And then Santa came on Christmas morning and left us presents. Made perfect sense to a child. Well I know Santa doesn't exist and that Jesus wasn't born on December 25th. That said, there was a day when he was born. A day when God the Son was a b...