They entered the house and saw the child in the arms of Mary, his mother. Overcome, they kneeled and worshiped him. Then they opened their luggage and presented gifts: gold, frankincense, myrrh.
Although my family’s never been big on Christmas traditions, we do like to pull out our ornaments every year and reminisce about them. When I got old enough, Mom gave me my box of personal ornaments, which I had labeled all by myself when I was in elementary school. Taking it out this year, I actually read what I’d written as a kid, and had to smile. I tried hard, anyway.