It was Christmas Eve, and extended family members gathered at my parent’s house for the exchanging of gifts and devouring of good food. There was a collection of aunts, uncles, parents, siblings, cousins and my two oldest kids, the first Waring grandchildren. As gifts were passed around, my son, four years old at the time, was handed a small, neatly wrapped gift by my aunt. He tore off the paper to find a board book version of the nativity story. He’d never seen this particular book before, but as he opened the cover, it was clear that he knew the story. In the midst of a busy Christmas gathering, one of the smallest members of the family began to recite…