It showed up out of nowhere…a snowy, white fur ball, pawing playfully at the frayed strings of the sheets covering my back porch plants. I resisted the urge to open the door–partly out of fear, preferring instead to observe the cat’s antics from afar. The last time I’d tried to befriend a “cute” feline, the experience proved less than “angelic.”
Christmas was the night of miracles, when the long-awaited Savior was born. The Good News of His birth has been passed down for generations–the story that never grows old. We can add nothing to that story, but there is one legend that offers a sweet twist to what might have happened on that divine night of miracles.