what is Christmas all about then?
If we tear aside the tissue paper and tinsel, what do we find as the real, sustaining, comforting substance of Christmas? You know the answer, of course. Christmas is all about celebrating a tiny baby born in a manger – the Christ Jesus. It’s no wonder we lose sight of the true meaning of Christmas amidst all the to-do lists and must-have presents of the season. One of my less-than-stellar parenting moments occurred in a Wal-Mart a few weeks before Christmas when my oldest son was about nine months old. My husband and I strapped Kegan into the baby seat of the shopping cart and plunged separately into the toy aisle. Ten minutes later, we met up again—but neither of us had Kegan. Each of us thought the other had taken him, while he sat quietly at the end of the toy aisle waiting for his distracted parents. We retrieved our child, none the worse for being temporarily abandoned. (And please tell me I’m not the only mother who has done something like this!) Just as we lost track of our fle
