One of my favorite family traditions growing up was running down the stairs on Christmas morning to see Baby Jesus in the manger. It only made sense that he was missing from the nativity scene in the weeks leading up to Christmas because he wasn’t born yet. Duh! My parents always snuck him in sometime after we went to bed on Christmas Eve, when they put out the presents.So, before I went to bed a few nights ago on Christmas Eve, I pulled Baby Jesus out of the cabinet in the TV stand and set him in the manger. It’s little things like that, that remind me of the true reason for the season.
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