So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem, the town of David,

because he belonged to the house and the line

of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting

a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her

firstborn a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger because there was no guest room available

for them. This is the word of the Lord.

Thank you, God.

Merry Christmas family.

It's great to be with you all.

I just promised my own children, so I want to make this promise public to all children in the room.

I'll do my best to make this quick, and I'll let you play with fire at the end.

Okay?

Just hang on.

Christmas, you know, it's one of those marked occasions that pulls memory to the surface

for us.

Good memories and bad memories.

For better and for worse, we just seem to recall the events of the last days of December

more readily than we do most intervals of our lives. For instance, every Christmas,

I remember the year that my aunt gifted me a remote control car, favorite toy I've ever had,

and that very night I washed it with soap and water, just like I'd seen my dad wash his car,

only for it to never work again.

I remember the first year I had a child at home, my first Christmas as a parent, and the joy

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