Birthdays are a week-long celebration in my house. (I keep pushing for birthday month, but keep getting turned down.) We don’t even really care that the number keeps creeping up, it’s a time to celebrate! My aunt started a tradition with my cousins when they were just babies. Every year at Christmas time, they bake a cake for Jesus, and we all sing Happy Birthday to Him.
If you asked Ryan, my youngest cousin, what day it was, he would say, “Jesus’ birthday! And we get presents!” For them, they got that the day wasn’t totally about their presents, but we had finally made it to Jesus’ birthday.
The boys are both teenagers now, but we still sing Happy Birthday to Jesus every year with a cake that they baked. It reminds us all of the real reason we get together. When Christmas morning comes, are you saying “at last!” because it’s time to open presents, or “at last!” Jesus is here? (And honestly, sometimes it’s a little of both!)
Let the celebration begin.
“And going into the house they saw the child with Mary his mother, and they fell down and worshipped him. Then, opening their treasures, they offered him gifts, gold and frankincense and myrrh.”
Matthew 2:11
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