
To the girls, the tree was a challenge, . . .

the strings of lights were a tangle, . . .

and decorations were new adventures in classy jewelry.
Jane Mwihaki stood back, watching, and asked, "What is the origin of this custom, this decorating of a tree for Christmas?" I asked her if this activity seemed strange to her. She nodded with her dimpled smile-- "It's my first one!" I tried to explain the symbols to her, the evergreen tree because Jesus is eternal and brought us the gift of eternal life, the lights because Jesus is the light of the world, the stars because a star led the maji to the place where Jesus was. Some of the decorations I couldn't explain-- they are just decorations, somewhat synonymous with Christmas in our western culture.
But when we took out the pieces of the intricate banana fiber nativity which one girl scrutinized carefully, marveling that Kenyans are so creative . . . when we laid out the nativity, at least that part made sense.
Each night we sing traditional Christmas carols that tell the story of the baby Jesus, Immanuel, God with us, and discuss what it means that God Himself came into the world. We marvel and try to understand more deeply that ultimate gift that God gave in sending His Son. And Gretchen and I pray that in meeting some western traditions for the first time, the girls will not forget the miracle of this glorious season.
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