When I was a child, my mother and aunt would go Christmas shopping together. At the end of the day, I would beg them to take me to the park near the shopping district. There, nestled in a dark grove of trees, we’d find a life-size nativity, carefully illumined with spotlights from within the stable. As a child I thought it glorious to walk slowly through the ominously dark park and then suddenly find myself in a place that was as bright as day. I stood with Mary, Joseph, the shepherds and the angels in front of the baby in a feed trough, and it seemed to me that they turned their gaze, looked directly at me and invited me in.