As the snow kept falling covering the Nativity in my garden, the babe in the manger was totally buried under the fallen snow. But it could never freeze the warmth of His presence in the manger of my heart. The snow covering His humanity was a window to my soul of His sinless life as pure as the driven snow which blows into drifts and is untrodden and clean.

I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.