Christmas stories are piling up.
You see them everywhere, stories of
no room at the inn. Stories of kingdoms
bent on domination,
fear, fear, fear.
You don't know if it's true--
shepherds watching flocks,
wise men from the east,
angels, mangers, glory in the highest
and all that.
But one thing is truer than history--
love doesn't wait. Love doesn't hang back,
demand comfort, status, or a clean hospital.
It's born everywhere, all the time.
Whoever the characters were and
whatever they've become through the years,
here's the real créche:
how you can enter a smelly barn
and find God in the cold.