Last night I was rocking Caroline before bed, my heart heavy with all that’s going on with our sweet friends and their baby girl. And so I held my own baby girl a little bit tighter and a little bit closer than usual.
We said our prayers and then she wanted me to sing her a song. She requested “Away in a Manger”.
I rocked her and sang the first verse:
“Away in a manger, no crib for his bed
The little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head
The stars in the sky look down where He lay
The little Lord Jesus asleep in the hay”
I settled back to rock her for a few more minutes but she pulled away, looked at me and said, “You skipped the part about the catalogues. I want to hear the part about the catalogues!”
Here’s what she was looking for:
“The CATTLE are lowing…”
But, in all fairness if our mailbox is any indication, the Christmas season has turned into the season of catalogues.
And, also, she is my daughter which means she relates everything back to shopping.
It’s genetic.