After a visit with Santa, cookies with our friend George and an afternoon nap we decided to battle the elements in search of the baby Jesus. Since Thanksgiving, Ella talks about him almost daily. Plans were on then off (as the weather worsened) and then on again as we drove past First Baptist Church on Oak Park Avenue. A parking spot happened to open up right in front. Divine intervention anyone? With live camels, donkeys and a full cast of wise men rock star parking was nothing short of a Christmas miracle. Jerry and Vivian stayed in the car as Ella and I huddled under the large golf umbrella dodging freezing rain drops and King Herod's camel's excrement (say that five times fast). We stared in amazement as the story of Jesus's birth unfolded before our eyes. We finally arrived at the manger. It was a beautiful scene with a mixed race Mary and Joseph (epitomizes why I love Oak Park) and a live baby Jesus. Ella was speechless. Afterwards, in honor of the night's theme, we dined on hummus, baba ganoush and kabobs. Happy Birthday Baby Jesus!
Sarah: Ella, why do people love Jesus so much?
Ella: Because he loves them.
Sarah: Where was Jesus born?
Ella: In the "major"
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