Dear ____________,
A long time ago, on the very first Christmas, I was born in a little town called Bethlehem. There was no room for my family at the inn, so my first bed was a manger, the box where the animals ate. That night, shepherds out in the fields heard good news from the angels, and they hurried to see me.
I am telling you this because Christmas is a birthday, and you are part of it. When your family lights the tree, sings a carol or wraps a present, you are remembering the night I came to be with you.
I know your name, ____________. I know what makes you laugh and what makes you worry at bedtime. When you talk to me, even about small things, I am listening.
This Christmas, be kind to someone who feels left out. Share something you love. And when you open your presents, remember that the best gifts are the people sitting around you.
Merry Christmas. I love you.
Jesus
