It just doesn’t feel quite real this year. Maybe it’s not cold enough, and maybe I’ve just been too busy to stop, and think about why Christmas happens. It is about a gift. A most generous, and thought provoking gift. And so, as I wrap, and wrap, and wrap, and as I rush from here to there, getting it done, I will think about the baby that became a man. I will think about the God that became flesh, the death that gave life….the gift . Now, that’s better….it IS beginning to look a lot like Christmas.