With the presents wrapped, the cards sent and the old toys purged, there was only one thing left to do to get ready for Christmas. So while Jacob ignored the warning label on his travel swing and swung happily on the counter beside us, Abby and Caleb spent the morning of Christmas Eve making our traditional Happy Birthday Jesus cake.
As always, Abby insisted that our cake feature lots of sprinkles.
"It's Jesus' birthday cake, Mommy," she explained. "Jesus wants a lot of sprinkles on it!"
Later, there was some confusion about who would be in attendance at Jesus' birthday party.
"Are Mary and Joseph going to be there?" Abby asked.
"No, sweetie," I told her. "They lived a long long time ago, and they're not around anymore to come to birthday parties." That seemed to satisfy her.
"Will Jesus be there?" inquired my little theologian. This led to a brief discussion on Jesus' omnipresence, how he dwells in the hearts of believers, and how he would be at our party even though we wouldn't be able to see him.
"Is Jesus in my belly?" she asked.
Realizing I was failing at my attempts to impart truth to my daughter, I answered that one with a simple no and moved on.
Later, Justin asked Abby if she knew what tomorrow would be.
"Christmas!" she yelled.
"And what are we going to do on Christmas day?" he asked. We were both delightfully surprised at her answer.
"Celebrate Jesus' birthday!" came her happy reply.
Maybe we're getting through to her after all.
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