Star of Wonder
It was late afternoon, that time in winter when darkness comes early. Snow was falling in giant flakes as Whitney and I headed home after a wonderful time of Christmas shopping. . .
I quickened my pace and explained that we must hurry home to get dinner started. But when I glanced down, I realized that Whitney had not even heard me. She had stopped and was silently transfixed by a glorious nativity scene in the shop window.