Image: Ethiopian nativity, shamelessly pinched from J.R.'s Art Place
Disaster seemed just moments away. Mother looked at their faces and said, “Listen to me, boys, all of you could be my sons, and so could those three in there. One of them is badly wounded and they are just as cold and hungry as you are.”
The mother’s voice became very firm as she spoke directly to the corporal, “This is Christmas Eve and there will be no shooting around here!”
Also: pray for Papa Ratzinger.
And: for today's feast of Holy Innocents, a rage-hymn
