Peace

It may be silly, but once upon a time I read that on midnight every Christmas eve the animals in every barn kneel. Somehow, I still believe it. Just like I still believe in writing letters to Santa with my younger brother.

Funny things happen when we grow up. Life gets complicated. Things like faith and wonder and magic grow dull and need a little polishing up.

And yet, somehow, on Dec. 24, at midnight, the world is full of magic and wonder and faith.

There was a Savior born in the still of the night more than 2,000 years ago. He changed the course of all human history. That little baby in a manger was our hope for happiness. Through the small and simple birth of a child, this world can find the hope and faith and wonder and magic it so desperately needs. And, yes, I think the animals bowed.