A few years back my Grandma brought a birthday cake to our annual Christmas Eve party. I'm not sure the frosting was even red or green. I guess it didn't have to be.
The cake sat in the fridge while we finished eating, opening presents, and playing "the reindeer game" (yes, we wear antlers on our heads). As people began to pack up, Grandma asked if we could sing Happy Birthday to Jesus before leaving. This was new territory at the party but no one was going to second guess Grandma. So we turned down the lights, lit candles, and hit the play button on the Brooklyn Tabernacle song "Happy Birthday Jesus."
And then we quietly joined our voices with those of sweet children singing Happy Birthday to Jesus. I looked around and couldn't help but notice the wonder in the eyes of my youngest cousins. And I saw the tears in my Grandma's eyes. And I heard the sincere voices of my aunts and uncles. And it was a holy moment.
The song ended and we blew out the candles. Those of us who weren't too full managed to eat a few bites of cake. And then we packed up and went home.
But the birthday cake came back to the party the following year. And the year after that, too. And now we all look forward to this simple opportunity to celebrate the birth of our Savior. The best Birthday party ever.
I'd love to know, what are some of your most meaningful Christmas traditions? Sometimes the simple ones are the best ones!