"Jackson, can I tell you about a Christmas miracle?" asked Auntie Bev.
"Yes, yes, please! I do like stories" He responded, clasping his hands and rocking back and forth on his bottom. His brother Ollie was laying the floor next to him, stacking blocks. His little brother Theo was mostly putting the blocks in this mouth.
"Before either of you were born, your parents celebrated their first Christmas together. They kept your mother's tradition of spending the weekend after Thanksgiving decorating for Christmas. They made the pilgrimage to a tree lot with their friends and brought home the perfect tree to their St. Paul apartment.
Now this was a sturdy tree, and right away they placed it in the tree stand with water so the needs wouldn't dry out and fall and make a mess on the floor. They decorated the tree with love and care, ate fresh baked ginger bread cookies and enjoyed classics like John Legend's Christmas."
"So what was the miracle?" Jackson asked, confusion knitting his brow. "That's what we do every year!" Ollie nodded and yawned. Theo drooled.
"Well of course. But this year, there was a special inheritance from Great-Grandma Spangler; an industrial humidifier. This gift released gallons of mist into apartment's dry December air, and with that rainforest humidity, the tips of the spruce started sprouting lime green growth!
Growth from a dead ol tree? Well yes sir, that is what happened. And that's the Christmas miracle! Because God can bring life in places we think are dead, and He is always working to show us how much He loves this world" replied Auntie Bev.
"Oh, okay. But now I have an idea...let's eat cooooookies!" Jackson squealed, and he hopped up on his little feet and ran to the kitchen, Ollie racing him all the way, followed by Theo, and when Auntie Bev finally caught up with them, they enjoyed a scrumptious treat.
