Kids really make Christmas a treasure. When my oldest was two (that’s him dressed up as a shepherd), he asked if we were going to make a birthday cake for Jesus since Christmas was his birthday, after all.
So for eight years, we’ve served a cake, lit candles, and sung “Happy Birthday” to Baby Jesus on Christmas Day. It’s become a tradition Lonnie and I never expected to have, nor would have come up with on our own.
I hope you all have your own very memorable Christmas this year. I’ll be making memories with my babies and eating yet another slice of Christmas cake because, as someone sweet reminded me years ago, Christmas is a birthday. Merry Christmas! •
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