There is a magic about children at Christmas,
putting out carrots, whiskey and mince pies for the guy in red.
Listening for the sound of sleigh bells. Waking with eyes full of wonder to a pile of presents.
But what if it was never about the children in the first place?
What if it was about someone moving into your neighbourhood who looked like you,
but said and did things that were so unexpected and so subversive,
that they rocked everyone's boat.
What if God did become one of us? What if it was your neighbourhood that he moved into?
Would you cross the road to talk to him? What if he made you feel a bit uncomfortable?
Would you go then?
What if Christmas is for jaded, slightly cynical adults, who can't believe in magic any longer?
What if Christmas is for ordinary folks like us?