"A Baby Changes Everything . . . "
. . . just don't make us put up with yours.
I know, I know, I know. They've rehearsed and rehearsed and prepared a perfectly moving piece of sentimentality, and nobody wants a babbling baby or a tantrum-y toddler or a petulant preschooler to interrupt the emotional manipulation of it all.
But when will we wake up to the delicious irony? What are we about, celebrating the inconvenient and unlooked-for birth of the infant Son of God by holding a party that's too grown up for the infant members of the Body of Christ to attend?