It’s 3:30 on Christmas Eve and I’m sitting here at First Slice Pie Cafe, writing a letter to my son from Santa, and waiting until it closes up (at 4) and then will walk over to Urban Village’s worship service at 5.

It’s just me and the baristas right now and I wonder if they’re hoping I’ll leave so they can close early, especially since all I ordered was a coffee. No Christmas music here (“When Doves Cry” was just on) and random people walk in asking random questions (“Do you have any dog treats here?”). 

This is incarnation and it’s why I find it easier to celebrate Christmas than Easter. It’s not that I don’t celebrate and appreciate Christ’s resurrection, but I still find the whole God-made-flesh story wonder-full and though I’ve read Luke 2:1-20 a zillion times, it’s still fresh and inspiring.

Merry Christmas, First Slice Pie Cafe.