It's not the decorations that make Christmas. It's not the cookies or the parties, or even the nativity scene that depicts the birth of a baby who had come to save the world.
What if there really were such a thing as Holy Water?
I grabbed my camera and the boys, and we took a walk through town yesterday.
On the very day the calendar turned from November to December, the boys and I dragged our Christmas boxes up from the basement. As always, they set up the nativity scene first, spread out on a green velvet cloth that covers my mahogany-wood-from-the-jungle table in the corner of our downstairs hall. (That table has a nice … Continue reading The Year of the Dinosaurs