At Christmas Mass last year, I held my two-month-old grandson, who was decked out in a festive sweater that matched the one being worn by his two-year-old brother. He was sleeping peacefully, the way newborns do, despite the joyful sounds emanating from the pipe organ and choir and filling the whole cathedral. As I gazed at him, I thought, “Isn’t this amazing? God came to us in just this way, a helpless infant, oblivious to his surroundings and totally dependent on Mary and Joseph for his care. This is how much God loves us!”