Karen placed one of our grandson’s presents in a gift bag filled with tissue paper under the tree. It was perfect. Until she left the room and our six pound watchdog, Bitsy, decided it was actually her present. Or more accurately, the tissue paper was for her. When I walked into the room, the now-shredded tissue paper was everywhere. But Henry’s gift was still perfectly intact in the bag. That’s just like Christmas. Your perfectly planned holiday may get torn apart or blown up or never be made into a Hallmark Christmas movie. But it doesn’t matter. Because God’s gift of the birth of the Christ Child will always be perfect.