Maybe it's the postpartum hormones talking. They've been saying enough lately - Eat all the chocolate. Cry at pet food and life insurance commercials. You will never sleep again - but this Christmas has found me in a sentimental and thoughtful mood. As an adult I've never been much of a "Christmas person". I've never felt an urge to play It's a Wonderful Life on a loop or decorate every inch of my house in a pumpkin pie and Starbucks gingerbread latte fueled flurry the day after Thanksgiving. However, becoming a new parent - I'd even flatter myself to say becoming a new parent at Christmas time - has made me pause. When I look down at my tiny baby in the middle of the night and feel the overwhelming flood of emotion and love a mother has for her child, I feel that by grace I have the tiniest bit of insight into that most cliched theme - the "real meaning of Christmas". The Father's love for his Son. A Creator's love for his creation. A Savior's love for his people.