Isn’t that what Christmas is all about? The precious seconds like looking out from the balcony at John Wesley UMC last night at all the children practicing songs for the Christmas Eve service. Their innocent, cherubic faces, their sweet voices. Yes, I know I’m writing in fragments, but they are all small peices of the big picture, a baby in a simple stable, the patient eyes of animals, wonder on the expressions of the shepards. The love on your grandchild’s face and gratitude in an old, tried and true friend. Look for Christmas in the little things.