I recently read a piece by a woman who was frustrated when her perfect Christmas plans were ruined by an unexpected illness and a stranded family member. The inconveniences grated on her until she had an epiphany when remembering the circumstances of the first Christmas. We celebrate a baby being born in a stable during a long hard journey that was not a perfect plan. Except that it was. All my failed attempts to orchestrate a perfect Christmas have not been failures after all. I just was not paying close enough attention.