Take thirteen cousins (you know who you are) who love each other and play well and can get enough of each other and things are good.
Add ten adults (you know who you are) who love each other and play well and can’t get enough of each other and things are better.
Throw in a mom (you know who you are) who is a dynamo in the kitchen and, as a transformed follower of Jesus Christ, wants it to be about being together, not putting on a show, and so leaves the mashed potatoes to harden on the dishes so she can look for treasures to pass along to her daughters and things are even better.
Chip in a dad (you know who you are) whose voice cracks as he reads about giving thanks in all situations and you know as he’s doing it, he’s looking around at all his progeny and wondering how he ever got to be so blessed, how a case of terminal cancer could give birth to falling flat out in love with Jesus Christ and living to see his six children and thirteen grandbabies do the same, chip him in and things are getting even better.
Just to put things over the top, might as well toss in a God who loves his children with such a crazy love that he sent his only son to die a terrible death so they wouldn’t have to and, well, you’ve got just about the best Thanksgiving ever leading into the best birth story ever and the most miraculous love ever. It’s all over the top. Just the way we like it.