Some people believe holidays change people, but I think they’re far more likely to bring out what’s already inside — for good or for bad. Holidays that center around family frequently tell me who someone really is.
I pay more attention to children than most adults do. I watch families. I talk with children when I can. I take them seriously and I play with them frivolously. I love their world and I love the ways in which they can change how I see my own world.
That’s never more true than around Christmas.
Whether children are from families which are religious or not, there seems to be something magical that takes over around this time. (I presume the same is true in cultures where there are other religious and cultural traditions, but my experience is in an American Christian cultural context.)
Something I experience in these children at this time changes me — or at least brings out something in a stronger way that’s always there.

If you need incentive to prepare for the future, look to London today
THE McELROY ZOO: Meet Thomas, the aloof loner of my menagerie
Here’s a hot news flash: State ‘industrial policy’ still doesn’t work
Shame almost got me fired — and shame still haunts me years later
Dead things must be cleared away before rebirth has chance to come
EU Nanny State bans young kids from evil balloons and whistles
Against all rational choice of will, an old hunger in my heart returns
What if we’ve completely missed the point of loving other people?