I donít usually go back and read my old columns but one has haunted me all year long.
Itís the one where I tell you my son and my husband donít always feel welcome at Christmas because they didnít have a picture perfect childhood.
In that column, I talk about how Iím elbowing in at the manger and making room for the less-than-perfect and the far-from-perfect. The grieving. The sick. The financially strapped.
Thereís enough room and love at the manger for all of us, I write.
I still canít read it without crying, without wanting this Christmas to be a season of welcome.
And, so, this is my gift to you: 25 days of welcoming Christmas Ė and making Christmas welcoming to all.
Some days Iíll share what my little family and I are doing and some days weíll have guest writers who are willing to tell their stories, willing to teach us new ways to extend the welcome.
I hope youíll join us, and more than anything, I pray you find your spot at the manger. Itís your Christmas, too.