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I have been singing Christmas carols to B before bed every night. A nice break from the usual repetoire of songs. Being a minister and a singer, I know multiple verses of most of the carols. He has started to sing along, and I often wonder what he is hearing in the antiquated language. The other night I figured out at least one.

At the end of singing Silent Night, with the closing line, “Jesus, Lord at Thy birth!” B. repeated it back to me: “Jesus wore a diaper!”

He thought that was hilarious, and so did I. But I also think it’s pretty profound.

Jesus wore diapers. The God of heaven and earth, Creator of all that is and was and ever will be, came to earth in the most humble of circumstances–born in a barn to a homeless unwed mother, a helpless baby needing his diaper changed just like the rest of us. For God so loved the world, that God came to live among us, to experience human life and show solidarity with all of life’s aches, pains and humiliations. Emmanuel, God-With-Us, Alleluia!

B was arranging the nativity this morning, and announcing every move:  “Sheep, shepherd, mouse, mouse, treasure guy, Mary, camel, treasure guy, horse, cow, Baby Jesus, treasure guy.”

I went to the local funeral parlor today to meet with a family to plan a funeral service. As I was leaving the funeral home, I stopped by the office only to discover Santa Claus standing there. A really good-looking, neat and clean, authentic beard kind of Santa Claus.  A bit bewildered, I smiled and said, “I guess it’s really true that Santa Claus is everywhere!” To which he replied with a jaunty wave and a “Ho! Ho! Ho!” Definitely strange.

As I made my way out the front door, I saw him climb into his Cadillac and drive away, waving to a bus full of schoolchildren driving by.

You’d better watch out, you’d better not cry?

It’s a great gift to me to experience B’s delight at discovering all the wonders of Christmas for the very first time. This morning, before preschool, he was thinking about the Christmas tree. My strategy has been to just go on his ride, as though it’s all new to me as well.

B: “Do you think maybe we could get a Christmas tree?”

Me: “That’s a really good idea. I think we could do that.”

B: “Can we go buy one?”

Me: “Well, actually, we already have one downstairs in a box.”

B: “Really? Go get it! Go get it!”

Me: “This weekend.”

(Pause for a few minutes)

B: “Do we have any Christmas stuff downstairs? Do we have any stuff we can get ready for Christmas?”

Me: “Yes, we have all kinds of ornaments and decorations for Christmas, all downstairs.”

B: (with awe) “You go get it for me.”

Me: “Not today. Saturday.”

B: “Can you just show it to me?”


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I am a full-time pastor in the United Church of Christ, mother of a young child (B.), married to an aspiring academic and curmudgeon (J.). I live by faith, intuition and intellect. I follow politics, football and the Boston Red Sox. I like to talk about progressive issues, theological concerns, church life, the impact of technology and media, pop culture and books.

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