“It is Jesus, good folk of the village!
Beautiful is the mother — beautiful is her Child.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Because that is what we do on Christmas,” came the answer.
“Really, Jeannie. You know perfectly well why we open presents. It’s to show our love for each other and our love for Jesus.”
Pause. “Mommy, why do we give each other things on his birthday?”
“Why don’t we give Jesus presents on his birthday?”
“But we do. We give him our love and thankfulness.”
“That’s not a very good present, Mommy. I think he would want something more.”
Pause. “Like what, Jeannie?”
“I don’t know.”
“Jeannie, he is God. What kind of present can we give God?”
Pause. Giggle. “I could give God what I made in school.”
“That paper maché candle? What would God do with it, dear?”
“He could use it to — to –. I don’t know.”
“See what I mean, Jeannie? We can’t give presents to God, so that’s why we give presents to each other.”
“Mommy, couldn’t God have used the candle long ago, when Jesus was born?”
“Well, yes, I suppose so…”
“And Mommy, couldn’t he have used it to light the way for Jesus and Mary and Joseph? To get them to the stable and keep them out of the dark?”
“Yes, dear, I’m sure he could have.”
“So, Mommy, there are ways God can use what we give him, right?”
“And Mommy, all we have to do is make sure we give our presents to him.”
“Yes, Jeannie.” Pause. “All we have to do is give them to him.