Last night adrian & I laid snuggled in his bed. Our furnace remains off for the most part of these cold nights, so the snuggle is extra special. We are reading a collection of Christmas Stories. Some are about Santa and some are about the birth of Jesus.
My son ponders after several tales and then comments that the Santa stories are so much more believable than the Baby Jesus Story. "I mean, come on, a baby being born in a manger and three wise guys traveling from afar?"
"Yes, my son" I agreed "it is so much easier to beieve a never aging elf flys throught the night with his reindeer bringing gifts to all good boys and girls." What else could I say?