"Hosanna, Hosanna! Oh let us gladly sing...."

I was sitting at my computer, trying my best to wax poetic and create something beautiful for a Christmas gift, when I hear a little voice singing. "O zana, O Za-ana, let us gadly sing" it took me a few seconds to realize what I was hearing and seeing. 

 What I was seeing was my little J standing next to his nativity. He had lined up all the little people (including the farmer and the pig from his little people farm) and he was leading them in song. He was singing a song that he learned for the children's choir he sang in last Sunday. "Hosanna, Hosanna! Oh let us gladly sing. How blessed that our Lord was born, let earth receive her King"

I believe in Christ. I know he lived, that he was born, in lowliness and that eventually he died for you and for me. I know that he rose again, on the third day and that He Lives. I like to think that I was part of a choir of angels heralding his birth, and as I watched my baby boy sing praises to his King, I got the feeling that he was definitely there singing his little heart out.