The Christmas season has arrived.
I'm not opposed to spending money, giving gifts, feasting or merry making -
I'll probably do that and more - and blog about it.
I love this time of year.
I also know you can not buy love or the perfect Christmas.
There was only one perfect Christmas.
No strings of lights.
No beautiful ornaments on the tree.
No blow up snowman on the front lawn.
No Martha Stewart napkins, tablecloth, or chafing dish on the table.
No one singing 'Silent Night.'
Just a stable.
A few animals.
A couple far from home.
And a baby in the manager.