Can we hold Christmas more than a day or a season, but year round? It's so fragile and easily lost.
Today I hold Christmas on my lap. I cradle it in my arms. I trace the curve of its tender cheek and touch its tiny nose as it rests its head on my heart, sleeping — eyes clamped shut in a slumber more peaceful than I can know. Eternity lies behind those eyes.
I held Christmas several times during the past year when staff members returned to the office bearing the illuminating wonder of a newborn. Amid the "oohs" and "aahs" came the longed for invitation: "Hold the baby."
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