“It’s Christmastime, Poppy, and we want a story!”
“A story? Why don’t you play with your toys?”
“We want a story! We want a story! We want…”
“Okay! Okay. A story. All right, then, a story you shall have. What kind of story would you like, my children?”
“We want a real story!”
“A real story? Well, didn’t you know that all of my stories or true, or could be true?”
“No, Poppy, we want a real Christmas story. We want a story about…a hero! A real hero, Poppy! Do you know any Christmas hero stories, Poppy?”
“Well, I…yes; yes, I do know of such a story. In fact, this hero has been very much on my mind since this past Christmas Eve.”
“ Did we see this hero on Christmas Eve, Poppy? Was he at church with us when you served Communion?”
“No, my children. Or, maybe I should say yes, he was with us more than he ever has been before.”
“What do you mean, Poppy?”
