Christmas is a journey. Sometimes the road is not smooth, and we find ourselves stuck in a muddy rut. Or even lost along the way. But Christmas comes, and it doesn't really matter how we got here. As long as in the end, we arrive... awash in the light of the star that shines brightly over the stable. Because there... is the gift of hope and love itself... wrapped up in swaddling cloths, nestled in the sweet smelling hay.