It is, indeed, the most absolutely fantastical, magical, wonderful time of the year. As I drove to work this morning singing carols with the girls I could not help but remember a time where I was more grinch-like than Christ-like in my holiday preparations. I used to look towards the holidays cynically; gripe about the commercialization and groan at the cheer-givers in the elevator. Looking back I know now that it was me - I didn't allow the magic of Christmas into my heart. It was always there. Always has been. He always has been - that Christ-child whose coming we prepare for and celebrate during these crazy, glorious times. It took two new sets of eyes in the form of my awe-struck and awe-inspiring baby girls to really renew the spirit of the season in me. Christmas-time is no less hectic, no less commercial that before; traffic is as crazy as ever and people are as rude as ever. Yet, I now know beyond a shadow of any doubt that I am amongst God's creation at every tur