It’s always magical. Our kids and their surrogate cousins put on a nativity.

There were wise men and shepherds.

And hip angels.

And of course Mary and Baby Jesus.

And Mary punching the hip angel (who was really her little brother).

And the nativity set that my grandmother made years ago.

To be with family and friends. To eat good food. To be warm and full, content and grateful. To even begin to fathom what God did on that night 2000 years ago….Those things are what makes Christmas so magical.

‘Tis the night of our dear Savior’s birth.