It is Christmas Eve, 2012, a magical time of year, isn’t it. I read recently of a small child, a recent refugee, being shown the wonders of a large toy department store by his foster parents. His eyes grew wide with wonderment at first, but gradually an expression of disappointment clouded his face. He began to search up and down the aisles. At last he burst out “But where is the child?” Then an alert and sensitive store official ordered a Christmas crib, complete with a replica of the Christ Child. It was set up in a prominent place. Seeing it, the young boy smiled with delight. In his childish way, he was saying, Jesus is indeed the reason for the season. Whether he knew it or not, he was reminding elders of the words spoken by the angel at Jesus’ birth, “behold I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For there is born this day in the city of David, a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.” Merry Christmas.