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Saturday, 3 December 2016

No Santa

Just been catching up with two-year-old Felicity. They were back from the Christmas tree lot, where she had her first brush with Santa.

Quickly she puckered her brow, shook her head and declared, ‘No Santa me.’ The meaning was obvious. She wanted to keep well-clear of that white-bearded, red and white fur coated jolly old elf. Something not quite right about him, she thought.

And so starts our annual secular celebration of what is the best thing that ever happened to the world. 

Jesus drew the kids to himself, and they came. He still draws them near, and they don’t resist. They meet him when you and I allow him to work through us to extend love and kindness, hope and peace to others. And we are blessed, too.

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