Merry Christmas!

Unlike my husband, who has mixed feelings toward Christmas, I have loved this time of year and the holiday itself as long as I can remember. Sure, it started with awe-filled delight about Santa, candy, and the thrill of Christmas-morning gifts, but obviously there is more to the season than just those things.

I also love that for a few weeks (at least) people think more about others, are more charitable, and are kinder. And I love that at this time of year we have more opportunity to really think about Christ. This blog is not typically a place where I talk about religion. In fact, I typically don't discuss my religious beliefs or feelings in any public way. I guess I feel like the people who read my blog (whoever they are) don't come here to read about Jesus. But then, they also don't come to hear about my trials with breastfeeding, and I talk about that stuff anyway.

So briefly, I'm glad that at Christmas I have the opportunity to thank Jesus for coming into the world as a powerless babe--not so very different from my own sweet little one--only to live a perfect life and die for me. I'm thankful for the daily gift that his influence is in my life. And I'm thankful for the innumerable blessings that he and God have given to me, my family, and the rest of the world.

So Merry Christmas to all (five) of you readers. Please accept a bit of the warm Christmas cheer I am sending your way. And to my three Jewish readers, I'm sending Chanukah love your way, too. ;)