In Sunday School today Sam and Vava made little ornaments, paper-plate Jesuses with swaddling clothes.
Vava carried hers around with her all day and tucked it into her bed at night.
She gave it a kiss and closed her eyes and said, "thank you for being Jesus, God."
Which is much as I imagine Mary might have tucked him in, that first trembly night.
And it's the way I prayed when I first realized Jesus died for me.
Thank you for being Jesus, God.
Merry Christmas, friends.