Happy Birthday Jesus!

The day before I left Orlando, I played with my seven year old friend and neighbour, Avery. He is an adorable kid with shaggy brown hair and huge brown eyes. He is extremely talkative, open and funny. As we were talking and playing, I asked him if he knew the story of Christmas. He mentioned something about God and I told him the story of Jesus' birth - that He was born in a barn because all of the hotels were full, and that wise men followed a star for a long time so that they could give Jesus presents. I concluded my Christmas shpiel with, "So every Christmas, it's Jesus' birthday!" Avery got an excited look on his face and asked, "Does he get to have cake?" I smiled and said, "Probably!"

Happy Birthday Jesus... remember to get some cake.