The Story of a Baby

We are counting down the days until the baby is born to us again in Bethlehem. Soon and very soon, Jesus will be found in the manger with Mary and Joseph, attended by angels and shepherds.

 My own baby, my youngest child, was born twenty-one years ago today.  We brought him home on Christmas Eve.  He jokes that having one's birthday so near Christmas is really hard, because Jesus is pretty hard to compete with.

I would never confuse the two - my son and Jesus - but I have for these last twenty-one Christmases especially identified with Mary during the holiday seasons.  The story of the baby born at Christmas seems more personal to me since I've had my own "Christmas baby."

In celebration, and as become a tradition here to post on Jeffrey's birthday, here's a really wonderful and heartwarming (without being schmaltzy and precious) and my very favorite narration/dramatization of the Christmas Story told by the children of St Paul's Church in Auckland, New Zealand. I've watched and posted this several years in a row now, and it never gets old.

P.S. Happy Birthday, Jeffrey! Here he is now:


Ray Barnes said…
Oh my. What a big baby :)
As you say, you have posted the "Christmas Story" before, but it comes up as good as new every time.
Have a wonderful Christmas Penny.
Blessings X
Happy Christmas to you, Ray! I'm glad to know you!
Perpetua said…
Happy birthday to Jeffrey and thanks for reposting this adorable retelling of the Nativity. Wishing you a blessed Christmas, Penny.
And also with you, Perpetua!