{This post is part of a series on celebrating The Twelve Days of Christmas.}
The BIG day. The Incarnation. The moment the promise of eight thousand years was fulfilled, and our path to salvation opened.
We celebrated with gifts, with laughter, with reflection, with joy, with quiet moments of soaking in blessing.
We talked about what it meant, all of it. The stable. The birth. The moments that followed. The conversation was balm to a Momma’s heart.
“The angel said to name him Jesus, so they did!”
“How do we know there was no midwife? Could there have been?”
“Were there bugs in the hay?”
“Isn’t it amazing that as Adam and Eve walked out of the garden, God knew about the stable?”
MERRY CHRISTMAS!