...and we remembered that a partridge shelters its young under its wings, just as God shelters us under his.
...and we listened as Linus shared the true meaning of Christmas with Charlie Brown.
...and we read that Mr. Beaver heard that Aslan is on the the move.
I love these twelve days, for although every day is Christmas (is Easter, is Pentecost, etc.), these days we celebrate the incarnation: the virgin birth (virgin conception, no less), the skies above humble shepherds filled with herald angels, the obedience of noble Joseph and blessed Mary, the humility of the Word made flesh who made his dwelling among us.
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